[continued from The Lab]

Why on earth have I followed Edmund? Because he is the first one who expressed any kind of interest in me when I arrived in this place, that's why. He gave me a place to sleep at Drakesheath Hall. It seems natural that now, having been both evicted, I should throw my lot in with him once again.

Yet I am extremely confused by everything that has been happening here. New World Order? The Usher? Edmund and his companions talk of revolution and subversion, starting from Drakesheath Hall. The Godwinsons haven't treated me especially well, that's true. But from this to destroying them...

With Edmund is Miss Krokrygg, more darkly seductive than ever now that she doesn't have to keep up the appearance of a respectable housekeeper. And I feel another presence, the same one I've felt at Drakesheath Hall during the fateful dinner. A creature that should set me running from this place and never look back until I'm in London once again. But I need to go back to Drakesheath Hall, one way or the other! I need to search again Desmond's lab and see if something is salvageable!

His parcel contained a small vial, not unlike Dr. Blayze's vial that I unwittingly delivered to Edmund when I arrived here. Desmond had prepared it for me, he had put my name on it, after seeing me at Drakesheath Hall. But what is the purple liquid? An antidote for my amnesia... or more of the same substance that caused it in the first place? I'd need the lab to decide! But they have thrown me out!

Desperate for the unfairness of the situation, lately I have been often tempted to just drink it. Something keeps stopping me – something quite different from the force that has drawn me to Drakesheath and made me discover the parcel in Desmond's lab... because I'm sure it cannot have been by chance. And there's this man here, this dark presence inside Wyvern Tower. Which way is he pulling me? Is he the force that led me here? What is the right thing to do?

My hosts have retired, gazing at each other with unabashed lust. I feel lonely, on top of it all. It's Christmas, for pity's sake, and I'm here in a crumbling tower with dubious characters and a dangerous presence!

I stuff my vial in the inner pocket of my jacket, shake out my rolled-up old coat and go out across the old bridge. Let's see if I manage to catch some Christmas cheer...