I had no idea what the psycho doctor looked like; I only saw him briefly that first time as I was in the children’s ward before I passed out. How wa... I going to recognise him? Carol couldn’t come with us, because they all thought she was dead - her sudden ‘resurrection’ would cause a lot of problems and draw attention to us. I started wandering up and down the hallway, when I noticed a hospital security guard looking at me from the other end of the hallway. I knew I needed to suddenly ‘belong’. Then he flattened out his hand, and ran the palm down the outside of her thigh, and he moved his body in closer to her as his hand descended. He put his head alongside hers, gently pressing. His other hand touched her other side as he moved in, and it ran around her belly, catching her in an embrace as his other hand reached as low as it could get.He whispered softly into her ear, so quietly she would have to strain to hear, his lips just barely lifted from her skin, pushing her enhanced senses. "Heloise, Heloise!" he said, "what is the matter? Speak!" The young woman extended her stiff white hands towards him. "It is done, monsieur," she said with a rattling noise which seemed to tear her throat. "What more do you want?" and she fell full length on the floor. Villefort ran to her and seized her hand, which convulsively clasped a crystal bottle with a golden stopper. Madame de Villefort was dead. Villefort, maddened with horror, stepped back to the threshhold of the door, fixing his. "Maybe they'll give up by tomorrow if they see I don't react." Claire didn't really believe they would and if Robert came to collect her in the morning she knew her mother would let him in. She seemed to be taken in by his excessive politeness and his professed concern for her. "He's so concerned for my welfare he threw me in the shit heap. Now he holds me as though nothing happened. What kind of a bastard would do that?" More thoughts chased their way through Claire's brain. Part of her wanted.