[This feeling... it's not unfamiliar to Henry. At first it's easily mistaken for the results of another long night of failed experiments that ended with him drifting in and out of a short, restless sleep. It takes a moment for the reality of his situation to sink in; although it doesn't take long for panic to take root.
This was bad.
But he absolutely could not let those negative feelings take hold. With slow, deep breaths, he worked hard to regain his composure. He needed to analyze his situation, not unlike he would his work. He needed to be calm. In control. He couldn't be allowed to slip free. The sooner he had his answers... arrived at a solution... returned to the safety of his lab... the better. Straightening up his hair and his clothing, he departed the dressing room, looking for someone who could tell him how he might have ended up here-- and more importantly how he might return to a place of familiarity.]
...excuse me. [Although he was an odd one, he was still a man of high society. Even in this situation, there was an air of dignity about him.] I'm afraid I've made some mistake-- can you tell me the name of this establishment?
four. curtain
[They said it was inevitable but to be faced with the reality was another matter entirely. Just to see it, it had been a crime of passion. Or perhaps it was simply the result of a struggle. Nonetheless there it was. The body. Just like the scene itself, it would require thorough examination.]
Perhaps I can be of some assistance-- I am a doctor, after all.
[Autopsy was by no means a focus of his, but he should be able to shed some light on the incident with the knowledge he did have.]
[Too much, the events of their situation hinge upon the same questions that torment his soul. When he lets himself drown in his worrisome thoughts; what emerges is...]
I need to learn-- the secrets of the mind that we cannot discern. I need to learn-- the things that make men pass the point of no return. Why does a wise man take leave of his senses? Where is that fine line where sanity melts? When does intelligence give way to madness? A moment comes when a man becomes something else...
Henry Jekyll | Jekyll & Hyde
[This feeling... it's not unfamiliar to Henry. At first it's easily mistaken for the results of another long night of failed experiments that ended with him drifting in and out of a short, restless sleep. It takes a moment for the reality of his situation to sink in; although it doesn't take long for panic to take root.
This was bad.
But he absolutely could not let those negative feelings take hold. With slow, deep breaths, he worked hard to regain his composure. He needed to analyze his situation, not unlike he would his work. He needed to be calm. In control. He couldn't be allowed to slip free. The sooner he had his answers... arrived at a solution... returned to the safety of his lab... the better. Straightening up his hair and his clothing, he departed the dressing room, looking for someone who could tell him how he might have ended up here-- and more importantly how he might return to a place of familiarity.]
...excuse me. [Although he was an odd one, he was still a man of high society. Even in this situation, there was an air of dignity about him.] I'm afraid I've made some mistake-- can you tell me the name of this establishment?
four. curtain
[They said it was inevitable but to be faced with the reality was another matter entirely. Just to see it, it had been a crime of passion. Or perhaps it was simply the result of a struggle. Nonetheless there it was. The body. Just like the scene itself, it would require thorough examination.]
Perhaps I can be of some assistance-- I am a doctor, after all.
[Autopsy was by no means a focus of his, but he should be able to shed some light on the incident with the knowledge he did have.]
five. cue music
[Too much, the events of their situation hinge upon the same questions that torment his soul. When he lets himself drown in his worrisome thoughts; what emerges is...]
I need to learn--
the secrets of the mind that we cannot discern.
I need to learn--
the things that make men pass the point of no return.
Why does a wise man take leave of his senses?
Where is that fine line where sanity melts?
When does intelligence give way to madness?
A moment comes when a man becomes something else...