Stepping around the limp bleeding body on the floor I reached the crib; looking down I noticed that Cassidy was crying in fear - she just cried. Cried unhappily up at me as if she knew exactly what had just happened in her nursery. Taking her in my arms I lulled the precious child to sleep in my arms as she hiccuped away her last trembling tears. Holding the sleeping baby in my arms I murmured her name and smiled as the sound left my blood thirsty lips as I began to sing her a lullaby -
Murder murder in her room,
Someone sweep the blood with a broom.
Murder murder in her room,
One day she would make men swoon.
Murder murder in her room,
I'll make her bleed to death very soon.
My clever rhyme made me laugh, it came out as more of a cackle than as a chuckle, and I laid the sleeping baby down in her crib once more. Her last breath was a sneeze before I slit her dainty throat in her peaceful crib; as I awaited Mary Jane Kelly's arrival home I sat in the handcrafted rocking chair beside the bloody crib. For the next hour in which I waited I sang my little tune over and over again...

Murder murder in her room,
Someone sweep the blood with a broom.
Murder murder in her room,
One day she would make men swoon.
Murder murder in her room,
I'll make her bleed to death very soon.
Murderer murderer waiting here,
Now she was gone and her sister would appear.
Murderer murderer waiting here,
Soon she'd be dead and all Londoner's will live in fear...