Twilight had fallen across London, and all the citizens of the sleepy city had been swallowed by their dream worlds. All except one household.
Garson had given up trying to incarcerate Lottie so she walked free to the the family's annoyance. But Hyde kept true to his word and was going to keep an eye on her. She was interested in the lab for some reason, probably because that was where the monocane was. That day she had spent almost two hours studying the old books that her grandfather had left behind in there, but came out as soon as the stars started to appear. She headed up the stairs to the reception and blinked her eyes, trying to keep them open. Weariness had crept into them and all she could think of was sleep. The fire filled the living room with a warm glow and she liked how pretty the sparks danced among the firewood.
"Took your time", a voice growled from behind her. Swiftly she spun around to see Hyde lounging in an armchair with a bottle of whisky. "Found this in the pantry", he murmured, taking a large glug of it. "Got a bit of a kick to it".
"Oh God Hyde. Almost gave me a heart attack".
"Trust me, that would make my life easier".
"I'll just go then, shall I?"
"Oh, no, no, no", he said getting up from his space, whisky still in hand. "You'll stay here. I've need answers that Olalla hasn't been able to get at".
"Who says I'll give them to you?"
"You've betrayed the only other place you can go. It would be foolish to burn your last bridge, so, if you wish to stay here, I'd advise you to cooperate". Lottie chuckled at her brother's sudden authority, which made him growl like a put-out lion.
"You know what, you remind me so much of someone I used to know. He wanted answers too, and I wouldn't give them to him, so you know what he did?"
"I would imagine something that would bore me to death".
"Let's just say he was a man that gave you the cold shoulder", she lilted and hurried up the stairs.
"Third bedroom on the right", Hyde called up in a rather grumpy tone and followed her up. "And lock your doors! Olalla gets peckish". 

"I do not!" a rather offended reply came from the bedroom to his right. 

Lottie pulled off her fur shawl and place it on a peg next to her hat that Robert had finally decided to give back. She sat on the end of the double bed, making long creases in the floral duvet cover and sighed. Tenebrae would soon be after her again - only she knew the location of M. Her daydream was interrupted by a knock at the door: Ravi. "Sorry if I startled you", he started nervously. "I brought you some pyjamas. Thought it wouldn't be very comfortable without them". He passed over a pair of purple pyjama bottoms and a baby pink vest top. 

"Wouldn't think purple would suit you". 

"They're Olalla's. But, don't tell her that. Last time I crossed her, well, I almost became her snack. Nobody's been very welcoming to you here. I'm really sorry, it's just... a lot to take in". 

"Wouldn't blame you for it. I haven't been trusted all my life. I just thought maybe, you never know, that this place would accept me for who I was. Not try and change me". 

"Give it time", he said, half-smiling. "If you need anything, I'm down the hall. Just don't wake the other Hydes of the household. They'll be less forgiving than me if you wake them up in the middle of the night". And with that he disappeared down the hall, bottoms of his blue pyjama bottoms dragging along the carpet...

Hyde had retreated into the corners of his dream world for the night, but Jekyll still couldn't sleep. Not only was Hyde replaying a hand-picked collection of his favourite embarrassing moments of Robert's, but had set it to music. 'Hellhound on my Tail' by Robert Johnson to be exact, accompanied by a vision of the Harbinger tapping his paws to the beat. "Oh for the love of God", Robert whispered to himself and sat up in bed. Hyde knew he had won. "You attention-seeking-", he started, but was so tired, couldn't be bothered to even end his sentences. He laid back down in bed and closed his eyes, sighing with relief to a bit of peace and quiet. Then he heard the jaunty guitar strumming that haunted his sleep and then the same lyrics again. "I gotta' keep moving, I gotta' keep moving. Blues falling down like hail". But there was something different, like a noise outside of his head. Bun, bun bun, bun. He woke up again, but this time peeked his head around the door. It was pitch-black, who knows what time it was. He felt around for a pack of matches in his drawer and relit the oil in his lamp. A warm glow filled the room and he looked out the room for where the sound was coming from. Gently he opened the door to Maggie's room, but she was sound asleep. He went to check everyone's, all out for the count. Then he came to the final door: Lottie's. But she was no where to be seen.

A shock of panic ran through his head. "She's gone", was his first thought. "She couldn't take it anymore and ran away. However all of her belongings were still here, and though she had few, she wouldn't just leave them here, even if she was that desperate. His throat was dry with anxiety. On Lottie's bedside table was a single twisted glass and a jug of water. He poured himself some and swallowed it down, hoping all his worries would go with it. Maybe she had left a note or something. Quietly he left her room and was about to give up. This was a mystery for the next day, though going back to Hyde's idea of 'fun' didn't seem very desirable. But he stopped on the landing as something caught the corner of his eye. Curiously he shone his lamp down the stairs to see a silhouette at the bottom, lying down. His eyes gradually adjusted to the light and in a mixture of relief and panic, dropped the glass so it went smashing on the floor. Surrounded by blood with a heavy gash on her head was Lottie lying unconscious at the bottom of the stairs. Behind him Olalla crept out of her room and saw her. 

"Well if she's trying to grab our attention, she's going the right way about it", she said louder than expected. Robert put a finger to her lips and she ducked into Garson's room down the hall. She came out quite calmly holding a stethoscope. 

"Where the-" Robert started, but then thought how many grumpy faces he would meet at the breakfast table if he continued. He beckoned Olalla into a laundry cupboard and brought a match out of his pocket, relighting the extinguished oil lamp. "Where the heck did you get that? And you better not have been rifling through my things?"

"Right first, chill. Secondly it's from Garson. And no he didn't notice me. What do we do?"

"You already know, that's why you've got the stethoscope, right?"

"Well I was thinking defibrillator, but I didn't want to be too hasty".

"Come on. Be quiet though". 

"Aren't I always?" They hurried down the stairs, wincing when they squeaked, until they finally got to Lottie. "Hold on. Are they my pyjamas? Guess we will be needed the defibrillator". 

"Hush now, Gatekeeper of the Underworld". She threw down the stethoscope from, taking great pleasure when it knocked him across the head. He pressed it to her chest, but sighed when he couldn't hear anything. However the gash across her head healed itself in an instant and he saw with his own eyes her breathing normally. 

"This is weird", he muttered to himself. 

"Dead?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with her. She's perfectly normal". 

"Oh, shame. What's the problem then?"

"She has no heartbeats. She's flatlining".