The worm had escaped, but nobody seemed to care at the time until a few murders had happened and younger Nexie was killed in a tragic car accident. We had continued working in the Outlook Hotel as best as we could do. One day an old friend turned up at the hotel, and enough was enough. We decided to go after the clone and Marshmelilkree. This was going to be our personal war, to take the fight to them. Blottey, my wife, had left us a suitcase full of Victorian weapons, along with a letter and a locket from two hundred and fifty-one years ago. Our adoption was to be our fate, we had no control over it, but we smiled.