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Henry Hyde seriously nodded as Rena's exclamation aptly encapsulated his own feelings. "I do see why. Not that I would have used the notes at any rate. I may be impressed that somebody managed to squeeze themselves into my tightly guarded ship, as it were, but that would not mean for me to indulge their fancy. Au contraire, the whole thing would have made me even more paranoid, if such a thing was possible, without the addition of the weird dream.

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I do understand what you are saying. I have to hold myself back, to hold myself together, but I thought I gave myself enough leeway too. Getting out, engaging?in pursuits others would not find palatable, I thought such private time would allow me to recover...but you may be right. I did have urges in the dream, strong urges to express myself right in the face of whoever it was I was talking about. Punching him out all the way, but not until he is dead, until he is nearing death and begging for mercy. All the funnier, since I cannot even remember what the dream person that annoyed me so looks like, the greasy little bugger. I suppose...a change may be in order," Henry finally admitted to himself, as well as to Rena.

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"Certainly, my dear," Henry agreed feeling himself to be a kind of a gentleman, despite inner protestations to the contrary,?as he rang the bell for Mary.

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?Mary took the linens and hurried away, quickly giving them to other servants who would take care of the washing and drying of them. Then she hurried back to her room, if there were any way at all the master and mistress of the house could see outside of their door into the immediate hallway, they might catch a glimpse of her running by there room on her way back to her room. ?

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" I am not sure," Henry responded with a shake of his head. Only bits and pieces remained with him since last night, and most weren't at all too clear. "I did dream last night and dimly remember something. Like a thing that we did before, and have to do again. A type of battle, I guess. Strange, right? Dreams are often strange, but this night took the cake for strangeness. I am not even sure if there was anybody specific in the dream with me. Did they tell me something? Perhaps so.

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The only thing I remember though?has to do with?my notes. Either somebody was showing them to me, or I just saw them.?Last night?has been a long one, so I cannot remember if I told you about the notes resurfacing. The notes of my experiment. Just as in real life, they had some strange additions in the dream.? If I took the additional ingredients, not that I would want to, ?I would develop some....feminine properties. At least that is how such ingredients are used alchemically, to treat female imbalance, hysteria or whatever else. My mind must have been?making some joke, a random nightmare, but striking nonetheless. And yet, it didn't feel all bad. I may be vague on the details but the overall sensation was of triumph, confidence. As if I was getting the better?of something or someone. ?How very peculiar. You must have left such an impression on me that even the?quality of my dreams changed," Henry quipped, his face remaining overall serious?due to the?sobering effects?of the dream.

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Henry was not too surprised to see his notes again. It was everything. His private theory of evolution succinctly translated into the language of formulae. A few pages hand written by him, or so it seemed until he saw the unwelcome additions and recognized them as such. And then, as he finally began to realize their potential effect, Henry Hyde incredulously smiled. "What manner of man would want that? Is this some kind of a joke," he wondered out loud, expecting no answers from his dream landscape. Only to receive one from somewhere. Such a familiar, so smooth, suggestive and hateful of a voice. "It's you," Henry accused with familiarity, though how he knew the man, from where, or who he was, he could not truly say.

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"It is no joke," the suggestive voice murmured?with surprising?outrage. "I know what you did last time, what you are going to do next. I know everything, You think you are unique? You think you were the first who came up with your theory? Unlike you, I always remember. What if I told you that countless generations sacrificed their lives to come up with..." the voice started but?Jekyll blithely interrupted. "Do you ever get bored hearing your own voice? Your people have a problem, let them talk to my people. Or, do you want to come and get it yourself? Be-my-guest," the man who?in the ridiculous fashion of dreams thought of himself as Jekyll, suddenly offered, punctuating every word?and Henry wondered yet another time what?in the name of the Lowest Underworld was happening here.

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"There will be a sequel, there will be consequences, there will be reckoning," the?disgusting voice warned, and that part of?him that thought of itself as Jekyll, eagerly agreed. "Yes, there will be. I wasn't ready before, but I am ready now. You set your affairs in?order, I trust,"?Henry, or some part of him, ironically inquired of the stranger. "Soon, this body will rot too, and then, there will be no replacement. Your time was?over millennia ago, your revival crushed like a serpent under the Spaniard's foot,??but our time is coming back. The Great Old One is walking again in this world after all. I will first rape your soul, and then that of your?double natured boss. And now, as a friend of mine?is?fond?of saying...ta-ta," Henry sensed himself waving, and the dream landscape?shifted again. He had not seen the face of his interlocutor, but now something was different, the subtle presence was gone, and he,?Jekyll did it.

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No, he Henry did it, because?he knew nobody named Jekyll, the good doctor decided opening his eyes. Unable to remember what it was he was supposed to have done. "Sometimes, I do not remember," he?initially complained but realizing some visions were not?made of dreams?brightly smiled. "You are real at least," Henry happily?regarded the lovely stranger by his side. Then,?Rena's words registered on his mind, his smile vanishing under a serious expression, he slowly nodded. "And now it begins, again," he added unnecessarily, not certain precisely why, unless his comment has been inspired by some random dream fragment he could no longer recall. ? ? ? ??

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?She might have her own misgivings and even envies concerning the mistress of the house, simply because said mistress had someone whom?she desperately wanted, ?but this was a guest, a guest who was more than likely uninvolved with any such things, Mary had been trained well by Pool, so knew how to be nice, and mind her manners.???

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?I look very much forward to it, Van Helsing replied, smiling and giving a friendly wave, as they all left. Once he was certain they were gone, and he had closed the door to his lab, he asked himself out loud, ?what am I doing?? Treating these beings as though they were just, ordinary humans? He bowed his head slightly, God please help me to help these people, help me to help them become human again, it’s not exactly their fault.?

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?He nodded when Klaus?? Spoke of bringing the vampire that needed to become human. Very good then, and it will most definitely help if this is indeed what said vampire??truly wants to do. ? I have next to no knowledge of the magical arts, but we are finding that any potion or medicine tends to work better in conjunction with the mind of the person receiving it. ?In other words, he continued, if the patient actually wants to be made well, and has every reason to get well, the medicine has a better chance to work.

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?He stood when Klaus ?thank him for hearing them out, you are most welcome, all of you; I am delighted, and find it a great pleasure to meet all of you, this will indeed be a challenge. ? He returned the bow,?reaching out then to shake hands with Claus, ?and any others who might wish to return his gesture of goodwill. I bid you blessing and farewell until next time then, he told them. A most pleasant evening to all of you. ? He would await any replies, and would stand watching, and giving a friendly wave as they left his facility.?????????

?He did not wish to appear completely ignorant, but that was basically what he was, he was very wise in his time, wise enough to know that, before he just started mixing things and making potions, he would need to research the matter, to see which herbs would be better to use. ? ?But who or what, could he turn to which would yield him the answers that he required? He wondered this as he listened, reminding himself that even before making a simple, common sleeping draft, you always researched, to see what herbs were best to help the problem.?