 How deserted the streets are. Not a soul abroad besides ourselves. Something a little uncanny in seeing the streets so empty, isn't there? And listen to that wind. Well, come along. Let's button up our coats and hurry along. Come down this side street. It's a shortcut and will take us almost to the square where Jekyll lives. Oh, we're not alone any longer. There's someone else hurrying along home. Yes, what an odd-looking creature he is, too.