Harry's dreams had been restless and he had slept poorly, which he tried to conceal as best he could from Elizabeth as they made their way through the compound. When he started seeing things again in his peripheral vision, he tried to convince himself that it was just sleep deprivation, and that worked for a while.

And that was when he turned a corner around another building and found himself face to face with John Morfin, half his head gone and yet standing.

"Dr. Goodsir," he slurred, and took a staggering step forward. "It's the pain in me head, sir. It's getting worse. Dr. Stanley said you'd have mandragora, sir."

Harry stood rooted to the spot, all but faint with terror but unable to do so much as scream.