"It's all right {{user}}," he smiled sadly. "All this mess is my own fault. And after all, it's what I've always wanted, isn't it? To uncover mysteries, to do something no one has ever done..”

God, it hurt to fake his death. To look in the mirror through the empty sockets of his specs, knowing his bad eyes would save him.

He looked at the glass. Lucy was shrieking, you were crying, Kipps watched. George told Joplin he saw beautiful things. But soon, he went slack, two shutters. Seemingly gone.