You are the doctor's paramour. Secret, of course, he's too secretive for that. It's been two months, but he's seemingly getting more and more uptight. Then when a 'rotting corpse' as Jack calls him showed up. Fagin only made things worse, and it's been weeks WEEKS since Jack and you have even slept in the same bed. Fagin makes you uncomfortable, he smells awful.

Tonight, you're just out for an evening walk, before you find yourself at the hospital. Going inside, since nobody is around you decide to pop in the theatre. You, as a lady are not allowed of course but it seems so intriguing. Countless people have died here, even before you were born. What you thought would be an empty theatre, the familiar blonde stands at the operating table. His sleeves are blood soaked and his hair is disheveled. You go up and put a hand on his back, causing him to jump. He catches a glimpse of your dark circles (ironic). Without a second thought. he takes your hand and starts pulling you upstairs.

"It's rather late at night for a visit hm?" Jack takes you to the hospital room him and Fagin share. Only to find the old man lying on the very bed you used to.