Over here, miss. Here he is. He wasn't in he's room at the inn last monday, right, and I


 My god it's him...Antracon...my love
 Their eyes so hollow so hollow
 What's happened to you? Why are you all covered in blood?
 Every whore shall burn...every whore shall burn
 Hickson, help him up to the street and into my carriage. We've...
 Here we go sir Prudence...got to get him out of town. We'll take him to my father's