The mind is an amazing place. It’s massive beyond comprehension. And there are areas of it so dark, so tightly locked away, claustrophobic doesn’t even begin to describe them. We went into that part of her memories. And found a small cell beneath it.

That’s where we went.

I admit – I was petrified. You know the old saying ‘you can’t unsee what you’ve seen’? The phrase kept playing itself through my thoughts. I was going to see, first hand, one of Jack the Ripper’s murders. A man known for his skill and his brutality. And, God help me, I was doing it voluntarily!

“Did he know you were there?” I asked. She nodded, too frightened to speak. I turned to her. “Look, I’m doing this for you, but you don’t have to.”

“No,” she said, her voice trembling. “No, you’ll need me. His memories are strong. So strong…” She stopped and almost fainted. I held her to me, and she seemed to relax.

She looked up at me. “I can do this. With you.”

We came to a huge, black safe. We opened it, and I knew what terror really was.