After Garrett and Adam leave,I write a letter to Erik telling him that I would be coming back to Scotland. I don't like the idea of leaving, but my family is right it would be safer to go to Scotland.

Dear Erik,

I decided that I will be coming to Scotland. My family seems to think that I should go.

I miss you and father dearly, I miss all the fun we used to have as children. Do you remember the time when we convinced our new tutor that the mansion was haunted. He wouldn't go any where without a rosary and bible!

So anyway I will be leaving for Scotland in two days. Tell father that I will be coming.

Your 'Darling' Sister,

Emily Frye

I finish the letter and I put it in a envelope. I seal it and I write Erik's address on the front. I then have it mailed to Erik.

I sigh and I sit down in a chair. I then feel a hand on my shoulder, I look up and I see Jacob looking down at me with a weak smile on his face. He then sits down in a chair next to me. He holds his hand out to me and I take it.

"What are you thing about, love?" Jacob asks me. I look at him, his hazel eyes meet my blue ones.

"Just that..... I hate leaving you and our children here," I tell him. Jacob looks at me. He grips my hand a little tighter.

"Emily, we will be fine," Jacob tries to reassure me. Jacob leans in and his lips capture mine, I miss him back. Jacob then stands up, not breaking our kiss. He then picks me up bridal style and he carries me to our room.

Charlotte's POV

As I get ready for bed, I hear something hitting my window. I look at my window I see pebbles being thrown at it. I go up to my window and I see Damien is the one throwing the pebbles. I open my window quickly.

"Damien, what are you doing here?!" I whisper yell at him. Damien chuckles. Damien the proceeds to climb up my window. He then comes into my room.

"I came to see you," his Irish accent sends shivers down my spine, "and to ask you if you will take a stroll with me through The City of London?" I look at him. I smile and I nod my head.

"Yes, Mr. Abernathy," I say. Damien the smirks and he starts to climb down my window. I quickly put on my black coat. I climb down my window, once Damien was on the ground, I climb down a few more feet and then I jump down. Damien scoffed.

"Show off," Damien playfully says to me. I roll my eyes.

"Charlotte!" I hear Garrett calling. I turn around and I see Garrett running towards me, with a newspaper in hand. Once Garrett stops running he is out of breath.

"Garrett, what's wrong?" I ask him concerned. Once he catches his breath he looks at Damien.

"What's Damien doing here?" Garrett asks me. I roll my eyes.

"That's non of your concern, now tell me what's wrong!" I demand. Garrett looks at me.

"Well when I got home to my apartment, I finally got a chance to read the newspaper," Garrett tells me, "while I was reading, I found that a very disturbing letter was published, The Ripper's letter," I grab the newspaper from Garrett's hand and and I find the letter. Then I see my nickname 'Little Lottie'. I hand the newspaper back to Garrett. Then Damien snatches the news paper out of Garrett's hand. Damien reads it.

"Little Lottie," Damien says in disbelief, "God dammit! How does he know her nickname?!" Then he reads more of the letter in silence, "you broke my heart and now I must break yours," Damien reads that part out loud. I look at Garrett.

"Do you think The Ripper could be Jack the Lad?" I ask Garrett. He shakes his head.

"No, it can't be," Garrett says, not wanting to believe it, "he wouldn't kill anyone!"

"Garrett, I know he was your friend but, we have to face facts here," I tell Garrett, "The one people who know my nickname are Mother and Father, you, Adam, Damien, Natalie, and Jack," Garrett doesn't say anything.

Could it be that our Jack the Lad in now...... Jack the Ripper?