SEVEN
THE CRIMES OF JACK THE RIPPER
“William! Mr. Forbes! For God’s sake snap out of it. It’s okay, you’re safe. You’re with me, David Hemswell, remember?”
The terrible sound that Forbes had unleashed and which had woken me from my all too brief slumber continued unabated as I leaped from my chair and gripped the hysterical man by the shoulders, doing my best to calm him down and bring him back to reality, for it was plainly evident to me that he’d entered some dark, nether world where his own personal demons were playing havoc with his mind. His eyes, though open, appeared to be looking at something that I, in my own, safe, sane, and ordered world, could only guess at. The terror that lurked within his mind had taken full hold, and Forbes appeared lost to reality, at least for the time
