Midnight struck. Smoky grey clouds eclipsed the sun and no stars shone in the darkness of the night. House windows glared down at the streets with a nonchalant sternest that made even the  gutter rats shudder with uneasiness. Homes shrunk away into shadows in fear and concealed those inside with a warmth that fought desperately against the sudden cold. Not a sound stirred in the night and there was not a soul to be seen; the usual picturesque daytime was shrouded by an unnatural darkness that one could only imagine hell to be like. On the cobbles stood two tall demonic horses with eyes as black as the night. The soulless beasts stood, almost ghost-like, in the night - much like death itself. By the door stood a horseman dressed entirely in black, a grim reaper of sorts, the man was enough to scare one in the street but the entire picture was one to keep even the most fearless awake at night. 

Our passage itself, in the horse drawn carriage, was bumpy and unnerving. Heaven knows how Mary Jane slept for the entire eight hour journey but I certainly could not; even Burke had fallen asleep and so sitting alone in the carriage I watched as the scenery slowly passed by. I saw nothing but shadows in the night and it was then that I remembered her. That was when I remembered my seventeen year old self; that was when I remembered Catherine Eddowes...

I saw her from across the room and memorised her in a matter of seconds. Everyone has one person who they can say that they fell in love with almost instantly and never failed to forget. From the moment I laid eyes upon Catherine Eddowes I knew that she was the one - only I had never been able to get a woman before and I doubted that now I would suddenly be a master at seduction. She stood there talking to a group of women in her pretty pink dress with her shoulder-length curls framing her face like the perfect picture. She had a beautiful smile that took my breath away every time and her eyes opened up the world to anyone who dared to get lost in them. As she walked away for the fifth time that week I watched her disappear around the corner with longing in my heart. I had let her get away once again. Never did I hear from her again because she became a Ripper victim that very night. Never did I forgive the Ripper. Never did I forget her. Never did I remember to love again. 

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On arriving in London Mary Jane and Burke, freshly awoken from their slumber, stated that we had to warn everyone to stay inside until the next morning and hope to God that they understood why. The three of us split off and began to knock on the doors of all homes in sight with the news of what was to happen; many nodded in understanding and some of the weak hearted fainted there on the spot before recovering and rushing inside. The sound of door's bolting shut filled the air and soon we had covered every street in the radius of where we had lived and where those we cared about lived. It was agreed the there were still more houses and that I would meet the other two by the old Gregory home in exactly two hours. With a nod of agreement and a farewell I ventured off to find more un-warned residents.