"You alright in there mate? I can hear you from across the hall, I just wanted to make sure you weren't redecorating the place. You know how Marcus gets." said Sir Easton with concern in his voice. Wilhelm nodded solemnly. "Sorry Englishman. I'm... just a little homesick." he said in his best English. "I can't really go back home, I'm afraid."

Shaking himself out of his revery, he tried to change the subject. "Where is everyone? If they are at a meeting, we need to sit in on this." Wilhelm went back into his room and got a shirt on. Assuming Easton would follow, they both went into the main lobby room, where Marcus and the others were discussing this Jack the Ripper. 

"How many monsters do we know of? How many possess incredible speed and how many of them enjoy human flesh enough to rip their prey's organs out?" said Hadley. The idea that more than one of these monsters could exist made Wilhelm sick to his stomach, but it was a resonable line of questioning.

"How do we know that he is doing this alone?" quipped Wilhelm. "Maybe someone is helping him?"