3rd Council: A LeadI am awakened when he nudges my bed. In the darkness, I struggle to see the pocket watch beside me in the dark. The gas lamp flares to light and as my optics adjust I manage to make out the time. It is well past the witching hour, the dim light of morning just barely illuminating our room. I am familiar with rising this hour and hurriedly get out of bed, shrugging on vest then jacket and fastening them with well remembered movements, "Where?""Whitechapel. Damn mess is what it is." he replies, straightening his own jacket as he does.I pin the cloth around my face back into it's customary braid, "What is it?""Destruction of property. Came