"This is Doctor Albany Lux speaking. The date is the tenth of April 2016. I am situated in lab 306 with patient 826. THE Patient has shown signs of muscle movement in the facial area. His heartbeat is getting stronger every day. No concerns have arisen as of yet, I am happy with his progress." She pressed the record button again and put the recorder down. "Well, last night was...interesting wasn't it, Mr Valeska?"

No reply.

"You know I think I prefer you when I'm awake. Nice and peaceful," she laughed. "Right," she said and picked up her torch, "as you moved your mouth yesterday I wonder if you can move your eyes. Shall we give it a go?" she lifted his eyelid with a gentle finger and shone the light into it.

Jerome's pupil shrank as the light came into view.

"I'm sure you can do it." She glanced over to the heart rate monitor and saw his heart rate had increased ever so slightly. She looked back at him. His eye was looking straight at her. She jumped a little, then laughed at her reaction. "See! I told you! Try again." She moved the light in front of his eye again. "Try to follow it."

The light moved from left to right above Jerome's eye.

Albany watched as his eye moved slowly, following the light. She let go of his eyelid and allowed his eye to close. "Fantastic!" she smiled to herself and began to take notes. Her writing was interrupted by the sound of her phone again. She brought it out and wasn't surprised to see her father was the caller once again. She answerd it and held it to her mouth. "Leave me alone!" she ended the call and threw the phone on the table.

A small chuckle came from behind her.

She turned to face Jerome. "Okay, Mr matricide, I get it. You think I should kill him. But let me remind you of something." She opened both of his eyelids and looked into his eyes. "I'm not Harold Shipman."

Albany lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.

She couldn't sleep.

She had been tossing and turning for almost two hours now. She couldn't stop thinking about her father, she was trying to ignore the memories she fought so hard to block out all those years ago. She was moderately glad with the knowledge that when she finally did sleep, Jerome would be the one controlling her dreams. Hopefully that meant her father wouldn't create a nightmare for her to endure. She wondered if Jerome slept at night, or if there was no need as he didn't need to replenish his energy. She couldn't imagine being stuck in his state, not being able to move around and having to rely on someone else. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and attempted to sleep again.

Albany ran as fast as she could down the street. She turned into an alleyway to her left, panting hard and forcing one foot in front of another as fast as she could. She glanced over her shoulder and saw her father running after her.

He was gaining fast.

Her leg hit a metal trash can which had been left lying in the middle of the alleyway. She fell to the ground with a thud. Her hand moved up to her head and she felt blood trickling down her forehead. She moved her head up to see her father walking towards her. She scurried back, unable to stand due to the pain in her ankle.

He came closer with every step.

She was backed against a wall, there was nowhere else to run.

He took one last step and was now standing over her, glaring down with piercing eyes.

She covered her face with her hands.

Bang.

She peeked through her fingers to see her father standing still, a shocked expression on his face. She rolled out of the way as he fell forward onto the ground. Albany looked up to find a pale Jerome before her, holding a smoking gun.

He held out his hand.

She took it and he helped her up, supporting her waist. She looked up at his face as she was pressed against his chest.

"Almost time doll." He smiled. "Wake up!"