“Further, two steps forward, and all the chaos of the world above fell away, the smell of wet dirt and rat droppings rising to invade my nostrils. The familiar feeling froze me in fear. Immediately, alarm bells were ringing in my head. My hands trembled. I scanned every shadow for something I could not name but which crept out of view like an ambush. Macnaghten absently kicked a rock, and the tinkle as it skimmed the ground gave me cause to jump; I turned to face the sound, and something crunched underfoot - a lump of something dry and brittle, like petrified wood - reduced to dust. At that, the lantern tilted slightly, dangling, wavering ethereally in our direction. IT WAS AWARE OF US NOW. ~ Chief Inspector Frederick Abberline, The Ripper Lives, Into the Black (4/10)”