<strong>Emily Rose</strong><br/><br/>Emily Rose did have memories in the night, strange ones of shadows, and still someone watching. Some one there perhaps she even glimpsed a tall man dressed in formal dress, though it did appear a little old fashioned some how. Surly this was just a dream for he had been in the house, and it did not appear as if anyone could possibly have ventured into her chambers.<br/><br/>Yet she had been on her own that night, as she had been every time her gifts appeared. Strangely though when she awoke this morning there was an odd taste in her mouth perhaps a little tinny. However the beautiful young woman almost felt as if she had danced all night and been romanced in the most wonderful dreams, with a most debonair gentleman who perhaps was a little dangerous, yet no less appealing.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Nathanial </strong><br/><br/>Nathanial was still filled with the sensation that he was being followed yet he could not tell if he was or not. Was it perhaps the man with a huge beard and a somewhat large physique; however it was hard to really tell as the fog rolled in covering the streetlamps that were few in this area of the East end.<br/><br/>At the opium den he heard voices …was that the major…? Was that the inspector…? Was that even the lady…?  However everything turned to that most wonderful numb and dark existence. Well it would have been one were it not for the echoing voice in his head. Nathanial heard the words in a deep French accent<em>You will go to him when he calls.</em><br/>