The sun had already disappeared behind the horizon, the clear starry sky amazed Henry Clerval with its beauty. He sat by the window in the living room and looked for familiar constellations. Footsteps were heard, it was Victor. Frankenstein was moving from room to room, he was terribly anxious, he rarely came out of this state.. Henry was very worried about his dear friend, there were no words to describe the terrible thoughts associated with Victor. What was happening to him? Why was he like this? Henry, without thinking twice, followed his friend and called out to him before he entered his bedroom. –Victor!