"This is Doctor Albany Lux speaking. The date is the seventh of April 2016. I am situated in lab 306 with patient 826. The patient's heart rate is now being closely monitored. Although the heartbeat is weak, I am happy with his progress." She pressed the button on the record again and set it down next to her paperwork. "So," she began as she placed the end of the stethoscope on his chest, "I met Jim Gordon yesterday. What's up with you two?" she looked up at his face. "Any more enemies I should be aware of?"

No reply.

She sighed. "You are a secretive one Valeska." She picked up the photograph from her papers and held it above his face. "So this is Mommy?" she turned the picture to look at it. "I can see where you get your looks from. But the hair? What's up with that?" she looked at his hair and ran two fingers through it. "Genetics can be fascinating."

Jerome's heartbeat was was very faint but regular.

"I got your cigarettes by the way," she said, placing the picture back into the paperwork. "Gordon said you should quit." She crossed her arms and leant on the metal bed. "I bet you're dying for one right now. Get it? Dying for one?"

No reply.

"I thought you liked jokes? Or do you only like your own?" she looked down at his motionless face. "Take that as a yes."

The door clicked as Albany turned to key to lock it. She returned to Jerome and placed a hand next to his head. "Why are you showing me these things? What do you want?" she hissed.

A slight sound.

Albany paused her questions and looked down at his lips. "Did you..." she moved her face closer to his.

Another sound.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and moved it inches away from his mouth. She heard a slight hum come from his lips.

She placed her hand on his cheek and moved her ear even closer.

Jerome took a breath.

Albany pinned the photograph of the snake dancer on her pinboard and took a step back. She admired the mixture of pictures, articles and handwritten notes she had gathered. She crossed her arms and sighed. "You are a strange one."

"Why did you kill your mother Jerome?"

The walls were blank concrete, a light hung from the ceiling in the centre of the table. On one side sat Jim Gordon, both hands lying flat on the surface in front of him. Opposite him sat a ginger figure with tearful eyes. The light between them flickered. Once it steadied, Gordon was gone.

Only Jerome sat at the table, a smile upon his face. "Have a seat," he grinned.

Albany moved towards the empty chair and sat down, her eyes all the time on Jerome.

"May I?" he held out his hand.

Albany felt the cigarettes in her hand. She pulled one out and laid it on the table. She watched as his pale fingers picked it up and placed it in his lips. With a flick of a lighter he took a deep inhale and let out a contented sigh.

"Ahhh, that's the spot. Oh, nice name by the way. Albany Lux. Rolls off the tongue nicely."

"Why are you showing me this?"

He looked at her, the edges of his lips curved upwards ever so slightly. "You're my private doctor, right?"

"Well...yes."

"There ya go then!"

She looked around. It was clear it was only her and her patient in the room.

"Alright, truth be told doll, you intrigue me. You're not like the other quacks in this place, even you know that."

"Because I have visions?"

"That's one reason." He shrugged. "Another is you actually give a damn about people here. You treat them like humans, not like the others."

"I treat them the way I would like to be treated."

"Speaking of being treated..." he stretched his arm and rubbed it a little, "arm could do with a bit more of a massage. I've had this horrible cramp for the past day or so. Could you?" he asked with a sweet smile.

"You took a breath earlier. Was that involuntarily, or were you trying to talk to me?"

"Nothing is involuntary with me sweets." He took another pull on his cigarette. "Oh, whilst you're here, may I ask for a favour?"

"Depends what it is."

"Go look in lab 604 for me."

"604? What's in there?"

"You got access to it, go see for yourself. You want to learn about me? 604. Now if you excuse me," he stood from his chair, "I got a heart monitor to get back to!" he turned to leave then paused. "Oh! I almost forgot!" he returned to the table and leant over it table until he was close to Albany's face. "Wake up!"