Chapter 3.

"The Jekyll asylum, Southwark!"

The cabbie of the hansom carriage looked round curiously from the driver's seat at the sound of the woman's voice. He scowled slightly as he saw the figure dressed in a badly fitting gentleman's suit and top hat before shrugging. He had seen stranger sights in his business and Southwark was a short trip across London Bridge from Tower Hill. He nodded and called out the fare of two shillings and waited until he felt his cab tilt as the figure entered the passenger carriage behind him before urging his horse to movement with a click of his tongue and a flick of the reins.

Settled in the relative safety of the hansom the woman at last had the time to collect her thoughts now that the fear of pursuit had lessened. Unlike the case when she first manifested, she found that Jekyll's memories of the current day were impossible to recall. Only a few brief images of a couple of seconds each like a hazy half-remembered dream remained. She tried to piece together Jekyll's day from these. The Doctor hailing a cab, sitting across from the Irishman Tumblety in a teahouse, a pretty ginger-haired lass in her underclothes kneeling before her and finally footsteps closing from behind in a foggy street before being accosted from behind. She still possessed Henry's analytical training and theorised that now she and Jekyll were clearly separate personas their memories were also no longer a unity.

The woman searched her pockets for additional clues to Jekyll's actions and discovered the leather syringe wallet, with one syringe empty. The Doctor had obviously taken another dose of his serum, though for what purpose she could not imagine. It must have been this second dose of his serum that had summoned her back into existence. She sniggered to herself recalling the circumstance she had found herself in when Henry had transformed and she regained control. The thrill of excitement lingered still from the exhilaration she had felt while sitting astride that man and beating him lifeless. It did not take Henry's remembered medical education to be certain the man had died, though she felt not the slightest remorse or regret that she had killed him. The sensation of power and elation she had felt looking down at his broken body had in fact been intoxicating.

Jekyll's walking cane, now broken with its silver monogrammed head missing caused some concern for the fugitive. The Doctor would surely notice its absence and the presumed location somewhere near the corpse was a link between the killing and Jekyll would mean it was soon to be in the possession of the metropolitan police. The woman searched Henry's recollections and could not recall any close acquaintances of the Doctor serving in the ****. The chance of any police officer associating the fairly common initials with Jekyll seemed remote.

The journey to Jekyll's asylum was fairly short and a short while later the woman alighted from the hansom carriage outside the mental hospital and slipped a florin into the cabby's palm. She ignored his faint sneer as he looked her up and down in her ill-fitting men's attire though the desire to violently wipe that mocking look from his face bubbled beneath the surface. Heading around the side of the asylum grounds the woman entered through a side gate using Henry's keys and then into the asylum itself via the tradesmen's entrance at the rear. At this time of night, she surmised that there would be little likelihood of warders patrolling the area of Henry's apartment and laboratory. She reached Jekyll's private rooms without encountering any staff and immediately sought out his diary and research notes for additional information.

The Doctor's diary recounted his presumed dream of a woman whose description was her own. That confirmed the deduction she had already made that their minds were now individual and only faint and confused memories of their respective alter-egos remained. Jekyll had also recounted in his journal the fact of his awakening with an erection and he was delighted at the alleviation of his impotence. The research notes expanded on this phenomenon, attributing the fact to be a side effect of the serum. The woman burst into delighted laughter as the memory of the young red-haired prostitute resurfaced and she correctly deduced that Henry had brought her back into being by injecting himself to revive his virility. How deliciously ironic it was that attempting to restore his masculinity had led to her regaining control of their shared existence.

Jekyll's alter ego quickly cleaned herself, discarding Henry's blood-spattered overcoat, hat and waistcoat before washing Bill's drying blood from her face and hands using a flannel. The Doctor's white silk shirt was thankfully shielded from the viscera of the **** by her outer clothing and only needed sponging clean of a few drops on the cuffs. No longer pressed with the urgency of escaping a **** scene or determining the cause of her continued existence the woman was at last at leisure to contemplate the question of how to ensure her manifestation might be secured and if at all possible given permanence so her persona might supplant that blasted man entirely. To this end, she scoured Henry's research notes detailing the dosages of oestradiol in his serum to discover a solution to this desire.

It was clear that for the present she had an advantage over Henry Jekyll as she was aware of his condition whilst he believed her to be only a fleeting erotic dream. The Doctor might well suspect that he was experiencing something more very shortly with his memory lapsing when she was in existence, however, the current hole in his memory might well be attributed to the recent **** he had suffered. That he had transformed completely in mind and body was a fantastical leap that his scientific mind would resist without the definitive proof such as she knew to be true. The woman's musing on her existence was rudely interrupted by a knocking at the door to Henry's laboratory and she looked up startled and looked around with slight desperation considering if she should attempt to hide. This option was snatched away as the door opened and Nurse McTaggart entered the room.

"Doctor Jekyll?" Georgina stopped abruptly as she entered the laboratory and spied the dark-haired woman standing behind the Doctor's long table crowded with chemistry paraphernalia. "I heard a woman's laughter. I thought perhaps a patient was at large, but I am familiar with all the unfortunates in the asylum and you are not a patient here."

The nurse had obviously been in her bed before coming to investigate. The woman now recalled that McTaggert, Granville and the head warder also had rooms in this section of the asylum and that Nurse McTaggert's was adjacent to Henry Jekyll's suite. Georgina was dressed in an ankle-length white cotton nightrobe belted at the waist. Her light blonde hair had been released from the severe bun that Jekyll's memories recalled her as habitually sporting and had been recently washed and brushed so that it fell in long golden tresses past her shoulders. Though she seemed surprised and curious Georgina appeared unafraid by the woman's presence, no doubt her advantage in height and experience in restraining female patients led her to assume that the woman was little threat. The raven-haired woman glanced down at the laboratory table noting the location of various scalpals and knives.

"May I ask you to identify yourself and your purpose in Doctor Jekyll's laboratory." McTaggert enquired, her tone though not hostile was firm and it was clear she had no intention of leaving unless her question was satisfied.

"Hide." The dark-complexioned woman replied with the last thought on her mind before the nurse had entered, before correcting herself. "With a Y. Doctor Jackie..., Jacqueline Hyde."

The woman was unsure from where the Christian name had sprung, but it was somehow embedded in the brief and foggy recollections of the Doctor's day she possessed. Despatching the inquisitive nurse she had considered and dismissed. Another ****, here in Jekyll's rooms would be problematic to conceal. Hyde **** a pleasant smile to her full red lips and came forward around the workbench to approach Georgina.

"You can be none other than Nurse McTaggart. Henry did brief me on the staff here." Jacqueline lied affably. "He spoke most highly of your diligence and I can see his praise was not misplaced. I recently graduated and the good Doctor took me under his wing so to speak as an apprentice to treat his female patients and assist with his current research."

"I see. I had not thought the Doctor so enlightened as to be in favour of our sex qualifying as physicians." McTaggert replied with mild suspicion. "He struck me as holding the outdated notion that higher education was beyond a woman's intellect and yet another cause for the so-called female hysteria."

"Ah, I see you share my conviction that hysteria is a foolish and nonsensical diagnosis that serves only to be used as an excuse for our mistreatment." Jacqueline laughed lightly in amusement, though she indeed held this conviction she surmised confirming the woman's beliefs would further ingratiate herself with Georgina. "If truth be told I believe my employment may have been due to the Viscount Hinchingbrooke requiring a woman to treat his daughters."

Georgina seemed more relaxed as the conversation unfolded. The curious Mistress Hyde was knowledgeable about the business and patients of Jekyll's asylum with details no interloper or thief would be privy to. That Hyde shared her own opinions on the fallacies of current medical practice and was forward enough to voice them openly endeared Georgina to this new acquaintance. Also, the woman's beauty and manner were a distraction to Nurse McTaggart. Henry's silk dress shirt which the strange woman wore was quite strained by Jacqueline's ample and remarkably firm breasts which were most obviously unfettered by any corset or undergarment. The indentation of her nipples and the dark pigmentation of her areola persistently drew Georgina's gaze away from Hyde's beautiful face and full sensuous lips. The stranger's attire raised less professional questions in the nurse's mind.

"You recently returned from a soiree of some description?" Georgina asked hesitantly. "Your dress, though quite becoming is unusual outside of certain circles which tend to privacy."

Jacqueline searched Henry's memories, but the man's history had no answers to whatever McTaggert was hesitantly alluding. She searched Georgina's expression for some hint to what she might be referring to and caught the swift glance of the nurse's gaze from her face to her breasts. It was this that now sparked her acquired memories from Jekyll, newspaper articles and private conversations with his stiff-backed peers about a scandalous in his view underground culture in London society. Women who had the temerity to wear male attire and socialise and rumours of sexual activity from one woman to another in private gatherings and discrete establishments. Although strictly speaking such relations were not illegal under the law, unlike sexual activity between men, they were of course frowned upon by and stigmatised.

"As you say, Nurse McTaggart. I returned from a private gathering and had not yet had the opportunity to change into a more conventional dress." Jacqueline falsely affirmed. "I apologise and hope I may depend upon your discretion. Doctor Jekyll would no doubt hold such a revelation against me."

"Oh please feel free to call me Georgina." The nurse replied. "Or Georgie as our circle prefers, at least when we are alone. Of course, I will make no mention of this, in fact, no mention of our meeting whatsoever. Since our encounter is entirely by happy accident omission of it from my reports to the Doctor would be unnoticed."

"You are a dear." Jacqueline reached out to hold the nurse's hand in a tender and intimate gesture. "I can see we are going to be confidantes and allied souls. Perhaps if you so wish we could accompany one another to the next gathering of ladies that share our interests?"

"Why you are certainly bold Jacqueline." Georgina's pale complexion showed a faint pink blush. "I believe, and pray that are flirting with me. Though from your forthrightness and favoured clothing I assume we both prefer to take the more masculine role in our dalliances?"

"Masculine? I hardly see preferring to state one's thoughts openly and refusing to feign submissiveness as a masculine trait." Jacqueline responded earnestly. "If I see something I desire and aggressively pursue that goal I still consider myself as a woman."

Hyde had not failed to notice the reddening of Nurse McTaggert's cheeks and rightly surmised that their candid conversation was arousing the passions in the blonde Scot. To back up her assertion with corresponding action Jacqueline slid her hand behind Georgina's neck and drew the woman to her. Their lips locked as Hyde aggressively kissed Nurse McTaggart upon the lips. There was the briefest moment of uncertainty and hesitation before Georgina responded with equal ardour. Hyde, for the first time feeling the warmth and softness of another living soul in her arms felt her blood rise and her heart quicken in tempo. McTaggert may have been taller, more muscular and far greater experienced in handling women both in her profession and her private life but Hyde possessed a primal ferocity. Georgina found herself thrust backwards until the smaller tousle-haired woman had her pinned up against the wall.

"Oh my!" Georgina sighed as Jacqueline's lips were removed and instead feverishly kissed her neck. "You are quite refreshingly wicked and ferocious."

Hyde's lips curled into a knowing smirk as she sensed the nurse's resolve crumbling. Her free hand thrust between the bodies of the two women and slipped inside the cotton nightrobe then cupped Georgina's mons veneris through. The heel of Hyde's palm bore down upon the apex of the labial cleft, mashing against McTaggert's clitoral folds and forcing the athletic blonde to squirm and cry out hoarsely as the aroused nubbin beneath was harshly stimulated by the pressure. Jacqueline kissed Georgina savagely once more to gag her moans and silence any intended protest. Using the knowledge she had gained from the exploration of her sex the night before Hyde skillfully ground her hand upon Georgina's vulva until the pinioned woman was dizzy with sexual arousal and unable to resist Hyde's manhandling. Jacqueline felt the trembling thighs and broke her kiss allowing Georgina to cry out as her sexual heat reached a zenith and she shook violently in Hyde's arms in tumultuous climax.

"Such a sweet melody." Jacqueline gloated as the cries subsided and Georgina panted and gasped for breath limply in her grip. "You are most beautiful and dulcet amid paroxysm Georgie."

It took long seconds for Georgina to regain and steady her breath after the powerful crest Hyde had so artfully driven her to. Jacqueline's fingers continued to play upon her labial folds in the meantime but now lacked her earlier urgency. Fingertips caressed and stroked her now slick cleft tenderly and kept the nurse at a distracting and frustrating level of stimulation without threatening to bring her further release."

"You are quite wicked Jacqueline," Georgina at last was able to accuse, though from her tone this was meant as a compliment. "It has been a long time since I was used so submissively. Though I can have little complaint at the result."

"Wicked? Yes, I suppose that is my nature," Hyde chuckled remembering the crumpled and lifeless body she had left lying in the alleyway not two hours previous. "Though I will make no apology or feel the faintest remorse for acting upon my desires."

"Nor should you." McTaggert asserted, unaware of the true dark depths that Hyde possessed. "It was a not unpleasant experience to relinquish dominance to another woman. I had quite forgotten the pleasure that submitting to another's passion could elicit. Though I feel it would be remiss of me if that pleasure was not reciprocated."

"An offer I have no intention of declining sweet Georgie." Hyde could feel the moist heat and yearning in her own nethers and the prospect of sexual climax from a hand other than her own was an enticement she had no desire to leave unfulfilled. "What delights do you intend my dear?"

"I would dine upon you my sweet," Georgina stated, her dominant nature at last reasserting itself. "To taste the nectar of your peach and hear if your cries were as melodious as you judged mine when I bring you to completion."

It took Hyde a few moments to digest the meaning of the nurse's metaphor. Her only memories beyond the last day being those of Henry Jekyll and the Doctor had never done more than plant a chaste kiss upon a whore's thigh, believing that cunnilingus was a sordid and depraved act. The prospect of Georgina's soft lips and hot wet tongue upon her vulva sent a shiver of excited anticipation through Jacqueline. How might the juices of a woman taste upon the palette she wondered. Jacqueline's grip upon the nurse loosened and released, her desire to dominate now tempered by the rising urge to allow Georgina to give her pleasure. McTaggert feeling herself no longer constrained and regaining her composure following her dizzying release took this opportunity to assert her passion in a manner she was more accustomed to during intimate contact with women.

Hyde felt herself thrust back from the wall that she had Georgina pinioned against until her rearward motion was stopped abruptly as her ample behind collided with the laboratory table and was **** to control her primal urge to resist and assert her dominance. One by one she felt the buttons of Henry's silk shirt undone from her neck down to her navel. Once the front of the dress shirt hung loosely open Georgina with sudden movement flung wide the shirt's front and tugged downwards so that the sleeves were pulled down Jacqueline's arms to her elbows. Hyde gasped as her upper body was so exposed and her arms albeit loosely were so restrained. She sighed as she felt the pliant mounds of her breasts seized and hefted for McTaggert's inspection much as if she was evaluating ripe melons in a market. Hyde felt a flush of heat effuse through the bared flesh and the steady throb of blood coursing into achingly stiffened teats.

"Magnificent!" Georgie complimented in an awed exclamation as her eyes drank in the sight of Jacqueline's revealed breasts. "So full yet perfectly pert despite their size."

The nurse's hands slid around the globes of Hyde's breasts until her slim, but strong fingers were upon Jacqueline's prodigiously hardened nipples. Without prior warning, McTaggart pinched and twisted both engorged teats with savage strength. Hyde cried out in both surprise and mild pain at this ill-treatment but felt a flood of excitement in response to this mistreatment. She locked wide dark eyes with Georgina's pale blue orbs and saw the unmistakable lust in them as the Scot grinned at her pained response. With her passion for inflicting pain and suffering upon others the streak of sadism within Georgina was readily apparent and served to endear Hyde more to the taller woman.

"Hush girl." The nurse's tone, now commanding yet soothing much as Henry's memories informed Hyde was used upon female patients in her charge. "I must taste you without delay."

Jacqueline felt her breasts released before a tugging at her waist informed her that the belt of her trousers was unbuckled and the buttons of the fly were swiftly undone. Georgina dropped to her knees still grasping the waistband as she descended and the ill-fitted garment pulled abruptly down Hyde's legs to pool around her ankles. Georgina gazed upon the black pubic bush for a brief moment before burying her face in the wiry curls. Jacqueline felt hot lips upon her pubis and let out a feral moan of need at this hitherto unknown indelicate kiss upon her flesh. Without further preamble, the sinuous tongue of the nurse drove through the cleft of Hyde's outer labial lips and into the turgid depths of her vaginal sheath. Hyde's fingers scrambled for purchase on the edge of the table to support herself.

"Oh god, I am undone." Hyde cried out in unimagined shock at the exquisite sensations from her nethers, her legs trembling and voice quavering at this delicious invasion.

Georgina's tongue squirmed and writhed in the hot moist depth of Jacqueline's cunny, making the newly born woman gasp and moan in helpless submission to the ecstasy her body experienced. She felt Georgina's hands slide around her wide hips and grasp the fullness of her buttocks. The prick of the nurse's nails as her fingers dug into the soft rounded globes only heightened Jacqueline's enjoyment as McTaggert used the leverage her grip supplied to pull her mouth more firmly onto Hyde's vulva and insinuate her tongue deeper still within the sensitive crevasse of her sex. Jacqueline had climaxed more than once the night before when she had masturbated during her first manifestation, and so was aware that an apogee of sexual excitement close. The intensity of her climax however surpassed the joy of completion she had felt from her own hand by an unthought of magnitude.

"Yes, fuck yes." Hyde cried out as her vision blackened and her knees almost buckled. The vulgarity, though known by Henry had never passed the Doctor's lips but was issued from his alter ego's without constraint. "Fuck me hard Georgie."

Georgina spared no effort to comply with Jacqueline's crudely worded request. Giving no respite from her most tender **** on Hyde's intimates so that her ardour was unallowed to ebb she was determined to deliver yet another climax on her new paramour. Removing her tongue from Hyde's thoroughly wet sex she immediately replaced its absence with three of her long slim fingers and commenced to vigourously thrust them them back and forth inside the hot and dampened sheath. Her lips and tongue meanwhile found fresh employment and Jacqueline squealed in delight as the nurse's mouth affixed itself on the folds that concealed her clitoris. Hyde's knuckles whitened with the strength of her grip on the table so that she might not collapse in the throes of her passion.

"Yes!" Hyde cried in heavy gasps. "Do not spare me my love. Give me no respite."

The motion of the fingers within her, Hyde supposed distractedly must have the same sensation as that of a phallus, albeit one of remarkable girth. This thought led Hyde to close her eyes tightly and imagine for a moment that it was indeed a rigid male organ impaling her so energetically. Henry's memories once more intruded, supplying a face to her imagined owner of such a well-endowed member. Francis Dashwood, on being examined at the time of his incarceration Henry had noted had a phallus of quite extraordinary size, both in girth and length. Jacqueline shook her head, dispelling the image of the insane nobleman and her ill-timed fascination with his genitalia for the present. McTaggart's actions brought Hyde most firmly back to her current tryst as a decidedly female soft set of lips suckled upon Jacqueline's fleshy clitoral hood. The hidden gem beneath the protective folds throbbed insistently in a most agreeable torment.

"Oh my god!" Hyde growled as the nurse's dextrous tongue insinuated itself beneath the concealing membrane to flick directly upon her stiffened bud with its tip.

The stimulation from the wickedly lashing tongue on her most tender morsel of flesh coupled with the continued and unrelenting thrust of fingers inside her now sodden wet and dripping vaginal passage was intense. Though Hyde had reached a climax a short time previous her level of arousal was rapidly climbing towards a peak once more. The delicious sensations robbed Hyde of conscious thought and she merely writhed and moaned completely bereft of both mental or physical control of either mind or body. In her ecstatic fugued state Hyde could not calculate how long this most welcome **** upon her person and senses she endured, only its inevitable culmination. Jacqueline cried out loudly, her hips bucking so violently that Georgina seized her hips and thrust her bodily back to pin her once more against the table. The intense spending robbed Hyde of her strength and she would have swooned to the floor had Georgina not caught and cradled her in strong arms.

The two women remained embraced for several minutes, both breathing heavily and temporarily sated in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Georgina's cheek nuzzled hotly against Hyde's and as Jacqueline's Machiavellian nature collected itself and she was able to evaluate and scheme once more she came to the realisation that the nurse could now be counted as her first loyal ally in her campaign to usurp Henry's control of their shared existence. She could not of course reveal to McTaggart her true nature or goal, but careful manipulation and half truths she was assured would suffice to ensure the nurse's unquestioned aid when needed. Hyde turned her head, kissing Georgina upon the lips gently and rested her forehead against that of the blonde Scotswoman.

"How fortunate I consider our meeting by providential accident, dear Georgie" Hyde whispered softly. "I feel strengthened to have encountered a kindred soul."

"An emotion I share, my love," Georgina whispered in reply. "Though I doubt the Doctor's laboratory might survive another round of such fierce love. The hour is late and to the best of my knowledge, you have as yet no chamber of your own. I would gladly share my bed to save you from a tired journey in the dark of the night."

Hyde considered the offer carefully. She of course had no home of her own to return to and she could not retire to Henry's bedchamber directly without arousing suspicion. Jacqueline was also eager to be educated further in the sapphic arts by one whose skill she could certainly attest to. To counter these arguments in favour of accepting McTaggart's offer was the danger of her presence in the asylum being discovered by one not so easily convinced by her falsehoods and suborned to her alliance Nor could she judge how long it might be until Jekyll reasserted himself and transforming back to the elderly Doctor in Georgina's company would have disastrous consequences for her continued existence. Hyde decided she must risk accepting the invitation. Georgina having been awake all day must surely need to sleep very soon, whilst Jacqueline had been reawakened but a few hours. Hyde informed the nurse she was indeed agreeable to relocating to her bedchamber.

With McTaggart's room being adjacent to the laboratory the decampment to her bedchamber was speedily uneventful. Once inside Jacqueline noted how modest in comparison to Jekyll's rooms Georgina's accommodation seemed. The nurse had a single room that served as a bedroom, lounge and kitchen. It was however clean and well-heated by a coal-burning stove. Georgina once she had thrown the bolt of the door to ensure their privacy turned to Jacqueline with a smile and coquetishly undone the belt of her nightrobe. The white cotton gown fell open to reveal that the nurse had been nude in her bed before donning the robe to investigate Jacqueline's laughter.

Georgie slipped off the robe and laid it aside before facing Jacqueline unashamedly with one hand lightly rested upon her hip. The nurse was unfashionably athletic, the musculature of her abdomen and limbs clearly defined. Her breasts were more modest and conical than Hyde's own, with smaller rosy teats with a slightly upward tilt. Her hips were narrower, and the thatch of her pubis, golden blonde in colour was sparser and less tightly curled compared to Jacqueline's dark and dense pubic bush. Hyde gazed at her lover in appreciation of her robust beauty before hastening to remove her remaining clothing. As soon as Jacqueline was stripped to nudity McTaggart took her gently by the hand and led her towards the bed. Laying down she smiled as she beckoned Hyde to join her, the narrowness of the single cot meant that the two bodies were intimately pressed together from thigh to breast.

The women kissed, in far more relaxed and gentle fashion than their earlier embraces. A hand from each delved down between the other's thighs to tease and stroke one another's netherlips in unhurried, but nonetheless arousing stimulation. Hyde caught sight of their entwined forms in the mirror of Georgina's vanity table, situated a few feet from the head of the cot and gestured towards the reflected image with a lewd grin.

"A pretty picture we make Georgie." Hyde declared with a bawdy chuckle.

Georgina laughed in response and smirked saucily at the reflection as she parted Jacqueline's wet labial lips and slid a finger inside. Hyde reciprocated, thrilled as damp heat encompassed the two fingers that eased between the tight netherlips and she felt Georgie's closely pressed body shiver in response and both women sighed contentedly as fingers delved and tickled in already slickly wet sheaths. The lovemaking was unrushed with neither inclined to vie for dominance, content to explore and gradually excite in a sedate and mutually equitable manner. With an unspoken agreement, Georgina and Jacqueline used the rapidity of breaths and urgency of soft moans to gauge the arousal of the other and quicken or slow the thrust of fingers to synchronise the level of excitation between them.

Hyde was the first to sense an impending climax and so redoubled her efforts, her fingers plunging more vigorously to raise Georgina's pleasure to her own heightened plateau. Throaty gasps and moans emanated unrestrained from both women as they gazed into one another's eyes and crested the peak of sexual excitement in an almost simultaneous climax. Ecstatic cries mingled and bodies trembled entwined as they shared this moment of synchronised bliss. Their movements gradually stilled and the joyous utterances hushed to contented and muted sighs of satisfaction. They lay for some time cradled in each other's arms before Hyde stirred and stroked Georgina's face. As she had earlier surmised, the nurse's fatigue was greater than her own and the steady shallow rhythm of her breaths on Jacqueline's cheek and her relaxed state with cornflower blue eyes now hidden behind heavy eyelids satisfied Hyde that her lover now slumbered.

Gently disentangling herself from cradling arms and legs lest she wake the slumbering blonde, Hyde slipped quietly from Georgina's cot and gathered her discarded garments. Naked and clutching her bundled male clothing Jacqueline scampered the short distance to Jekyll's suite, the darkened corridor thankfully deserted in the small hour of the morning. Exhausted, but acutely satisfied with the events that had unfolded in her first full night of being Hyde simply dropped her burden to the floor and threw herself unclothed upon the bed where the weariness of her exertions quickly overwhelmed her and she drifted into a satisfied slumber.