“It was as if the news itself wanted to reassure me. Even Jack the Ripper himself had reappeared as part of the greeting committee.”

“Some nutter's gone and pulled a Jack the Ripper.”

“Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.”

“Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!”

“I remember how, at first, I had felt the tension in his lips, as if he was trying to make a barrier between us - then they had relaxed, parted slightly. And that's when I had known he wanted to kiss me, wanted to give in. That little parting of the lips, the little sigh that came out... I would hear that sigh forever. That little, little sound when the whole world seemed to open up.”

“Did you hear?" he asked. "They found another body around nine this morning. It's the Ripper, definitely.""Good morning," I replied."Morning. Listen to this. The second victim...”

“After that, I felt like I had two lives. There was the me I had been before the attack, the one people knew and wanted to relate to. The one people wanted to comfort and fix. And there was another me, a hidden me that no one ever saw. There was a me who had tasted death. That me knew things others people didn't know.”