Open Post, yep.

[modern_morpheus]

This would be Jack sitting in his apartments on the third floor of his reclaimed asylum. He's discovered that at least pretending he had things to do is keeping him much more stable and sane, although he still frets about Art, Quincey, and now Mina, and he still misses Victoria terribly, and all in all is rather lonely. But he has something to

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[minaharker10_2]

*Mina knocks on the door, with only brief hesitation*

[modern_morpheus]

*looking up to the door* Do come in; it's unlocked.

[minaharker10_2]

*she opens the door and enters* Hello, I do hope I'm not intruding...

[modern_morpheus]

Never, dear. It's not as if there is much to intrude on anyway. How have you been holding up?

[minaharker10_2]

Well enough, I suppose. What have you been working on?

[modern_morpheus]

Oh, this and that. Filing old paperwork, mostly, and reading through old pen-and-paper notes from before I got the dictaphone.

[minaharker10_2]

If you need my help with any of that, I would be perfectly willing to aid you. You know that I enjoy organizing such things.

[modern_morpheus]

I ought to take you on as an office assisstant. My files are in such a disarray, it's a wonder if I can find anything.

[minaharker10_2]

I would be glad to be your office assisstant, if you wish. I could use the distraction, and it would be nice to be a help.

[modern_morpheus]

As long as your not going to feel put-upon by an old friend, I'd be glad for the help. All those boxes in the corner are patient records, probably dating back since before I began running the place. Where are my manners, goodness. Would you care for some tea?

[minaharker10_2]

Oh, no, certainly not! And I would love some tea, thank you. *looks at the boxes in the corner apprasingly. There are quite a few of them, and this could take some time. She goes to the corner and takes out what looks to be the most dusty and untouched box there*

[Typist: *is going to have fun with the idea of Mina looking thrrough patient records*]

[modern_morpheus]

*he pours some tea and sets it on the table for her* There's milk and sugar, please help yourself. *he goes back to the box he was already working on*

Typist: Seward's had all kinds of loonies; this should be fun.

[minaharker10_2]

Thank you. *adds sugar to her tea and sips it, then starts going through the contents of the box, organzing the paper by case and the cases by alphabetical order and the papers within each case by date. The first cases she looks at are in handwriting other than Seward's, and the cases of Arnold Green, who stopped talking completely after witnessing his young wife fall from a cliff by the sea to her death, Anne Catherick, who managed to escape the asylum twice and whose story disconcerts Mina slightly, and Hannah Rivers, who attempted to kill her two year old son while screaming that he was a demon, remained in that handwriting. Eventually, halfway through the the records of Lawrence Baker, who continually tried to kill himself, the handwriting changes to Seward's.*

[modern_morpheus]

*glancing over her stacks* Anne Catherick? I didn't realize she'd been in this institution, poor dear. Must have been before my time, or I would have remembered the name.

[minaharker10_2]

Well, from the dates it does seem as if it was a bit before the time when you had the asylum. She seems to have had a very...dramatic story, involving mistaken identities and such.

[modern_morpheus]

It gets stranger if you meet her half-sister, and her half-sister's half-sister. Darling ladies both, but with quite a past to reckon.