The famous Dr Henry Jekyll sat, slumped, on the wooden boards of the floor, his hands buried deeply in his hair. The only things left by him was the large, cracked mirror leant against the wall, the wallpaper already falling away from the plaster work, and a small candle now, burning low.
Everyone was gone. Jasper was in Prison, Lanyon was avoiding everyone to do with past society.
Past.
"Everyone's gone." Jekyll's voice cracked broke, echoing off the bare walls, halls and rooms.
"Not Everything, Henry." Hyde's Low voice vibrated from the mirror. His dark green looking at the other man, through the broken glass.
"The Exhibition failed, Edward. No more Money, no more lodgers, no more experiments." He paused, looking towards the mirror, the tears sliding down his face, biting his lip, "No more Formula!" he exclaimed and covered his face, pulling his knees close to his chest, his sobs now echoing through the empty halls and reminding the broken man of his loneliness again, not that it didn't already haunt his mind.
"I don't care, Henry, I will always be here. You will Never be alone." Hyde said, reaching through the reflective glass, resting on the white clothed shoulder of his friend. Hyde didn't know what else he could do. He knew there were only a few Formulae left, meaning he couldn't pressure Jekyll into drinking them anymore, meaning again that he wouldn't be able to have his fun until everything was back into Jekyll's hands. Hyde slowly faded, leaving Jekyll to his tears, one last word echoing through the dust heavy air.
"Never."
