Scott opened the door to Elysif’s flat and instantly was greeted by me running in front of him. “Scott, stop him!” Elysif shouted from across the room.

“Why?” he asked, walking in and hanging his coat on the coat rack.

“She has been trying to dissect me for the past hour and a half.” I yelled as I ran around a table to avoid her.

He cocked an eyebrow and pulled out his flask. Taking a swig he sighed. “I am too sober for this.” before yelling out to Elysif. “I’m disappointed in you Elysif. I would have thought you would have caught him by now.”

“Scott, you ass. Help me.” I somewhat shrilled at him as I dove out of Elysif’s way as she attempted a tackle.

She only got up and began to chase me again. “Well he is a slippery bugger.” she replied. Scott ignored her and walked into her living room so he could sit down, only to turn right back around and walk towards her examination room that I originally woke up in. Her living room was a mess, mainly due to me trying to avoid being dissected. There were several pieces of furniture flung around and currently resting in some odd positions.

“I’m guessing you now believe he is from the future and that is why you are trying to dissect him?” Scott asked from the examination room as he pulled out a pipe and began stuffing it with tobacco.

“Well I won’t believe he is from the future until I see some proof and that watch of his isn’t enough proof.” she said chucking several scalpels at me.

“I don’t care if you want proof that I am from the future just please don’t cut me open. And Scott, don't smoke in here.” I yelled avoiding the medical blades that flew in my direction.

“Why can’t I smoke? It doesn’t hurt anyone. In fact, it’s medicinal.” Scott said lighting a match.

“Actually, smoking causes asthma and cancer. On top of that, it’s worse for nonsmokers to be around smokers due to secondhand smoking.” I said running past the examination room. He stopped the match before it touched his pipe bowl. He set the pipe down and blew the match out. Getting up he walked into the room that Elysif and I were currently in. when Elysif ran in front of him in an attempt to get in front of me Scott flung out his arm and in one swift motion grabbed her and pressed her into the wall. He planted his right arm beside her head and looked her in the eyes.

“You lied to me, you said that smoking would prevent asthma and stop my cough. But I find out from future boy that it’s the exact opposite. Did you do that on purpose?” he asked in a soft but furious tone. It was like watching a romantic drama or perhaps a detective show.

She stood there for a moment fidgeting before stuttering out. “Do y-you really believe he is from the future?”

“Iscarat believes so and that’s good enough for me.”

“W-well, you know medicine isn’t an exact science. Doctors learn new things every day and... sometimes they're wrong.” she stammered out.

“Well, there goes one bad habit.” he said stepping away from Elysif. “What’s next, that my booze is killing me?”

“Well, it kind of is. It is easily destroying your liver, especially with how much you drink.” I reply to his comment.

“Well then my liver is going to die.” he stated, taking another swig of his booze. “Hey Elysif, do I need my liver?”

“Yes.”

“Can you get me a new one if I destroy this one?”

“Yes, but I don’t know if you would survive.”

“That’s good enough for me. Come on Lou we’re going to the apartment to rest for a while then it’s back to Whitechapel.” he said grabbing his coat from the coat rack and then saying to Elysif. “Thank you for watching him.”

“You’re welcome, but don’t come back here unless you’re dying, got it.”

“Yes, we know.” he said. I trailed behind him out the door and waved back to Elysif.

“Thank you for not dissecting me.” I said to her only to get another scalpel thrown at me. I was barely able to dodge it but it still nicked my hand. It was the same hand that Iscarat stabbed too. Man, what did my hand do to deserve this? The magic potion she poured on me healed most of my wounds but this one was stubborn and was only scabbed over.