"I think you're afraid of death above all else. Then you don't matter. You're nothing. The end is the end." Jonathan mumbled as he tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling with a sceptical frown. "There's bats. I hear the bats. They're swarming. Swarming. Oh God."

Jonathan's voice broke a little and he ducked his head and closed his eyes, just breathing his way through the current wave of panic. He couldn't remember the last time he drank anything - except the toxin, of course.

"3-quinuclidinyl benzilate, dihydroxyphenylalanine and corticotropin." Jonathan told Edward very seriously. "Too much, far too much dihydroxyphenylalanine. I can't think."