I did not sleep for worry of what I should say to my master about the events of the previous night. I wished that I had slept, then at least I could have tried to convince myself that what I had seen had been part of a dream - of a nightmare - but that was not to be. I lay awake, watching as dawn slowly painted its colours onto the ceiling of my room, replaying what I had seen in the doctor's workroom. I studied it from every angle, trying to find some explanation other than the one which had leapt into my mind but could find none. At least, I told myself, I now knew why I had felt my master to be distant and at times disturbed in recent months. Strangely, the idea of leaving his service only occurred to me in the negative. I had no familial bond to the doctor, but I still felt that there was no way I could leave him to face this on his own. I had no doubt that what he had achieved was not something he planned to share with his friends or colleagues, and so as the only person who knew his terrible secret, I was the one with the responsibility for his safe-keeping.

I did fear, however, that if I let Doctor Jekyll know that I knew about his alter ego, then he might dismiss me from his service. And so, as I dressed and prepared myself for the first day of my new, self-appointed duty, I decided that I would say nothing, but provide unobtrusive support to the best of my abilities. After all, that is a butler's role, and it is not my place to second-guess the decisions of my master.