"Thank you."

"No, thank you my boy. You have done very well."

Henry Jekyll, age 15, and his father stood in the lab, papers scattered across the desk, for which there had been made some space for the documents which they had completed.

"Henry, could you tell Poole to inform St. Jude's Hospital that the papers are ready?"

He did so, and they waited in the lab, sorting out the papers, and put them aside.

The man's face, Henry noticed then, was beaded with sweat, especially his cheeks, which were then dry near the ears, and his nose, then pink.

"Your mother would have been so proud."

"My mother?" Henry asked.

The man's eyes were swelling up, full of sorrow, as if at any moment, he might burst into tears. He turned away from Henry abruptly, his hand on the side of his head.

He grabbed a blank sheet of paper, and a pen, and started to write rapidly.

"Are you okay?"

The man looked up at Henry once more, and although it was getting late, and it looked as if it were about to rain, of course, as this is all in London, Henry Jekyll could see his face quite clearly from the new oil lamp, that he was now rather pale, and his eyes, still full of some last motivation, were pouring tears like the tea pot on the other side of the desk.

The man looked back to his paper, and wrote his signature. He put away the pen, and placed the paper with the notes. Poole came downstairs.

The man gave Poole the notes, and he immediately noticed the new letter, conspicuously placed with the notes. He started to read.

He looked up to man. "But sir, I, uh, you,..."

The man expressed that there was nothing more to say. He slowly walked to the stairs.

"Well, go on now!"

Poole turned back once more to the man.

The man tried to compose himself.

"I'm sorry, Poole."

He nodded, and continued to St. Jude's hospital.

The man sat down in a chair.

"May I get you some water?"

"Yes, please, Dr. Jekyll."

"Sir, I am only your apprentice."

The man nodded.

...

When John Utterson arrived, they were taking the man away. He approached the saddening scene. Henry Jekyll's young eyes were filled with unseen tears, which were hidden by the rain. He laid on the floor, drenched by the rain, as if thrown or pushed. He struggled to stand up, John Utterson walked over from behind him.

As Henry Jekyll got to his feet, he stumbled and tried to run toward the men from the hospital, as they took the man away on a stretcher, and he let out a big, "NOOOO!", which as written, could not illustrate the sadness that was ensuing. John Utterson held Henry Jekyll back, as he called in sorrow. They watched as they walked through the street, as they became out of sight, when the streetlight's view could not be seen through the rain.