With the proximity unnervingly close, Zoe instinctively took a step back: "Mr. Wells, you've had a bit too much to drink. Perhaps you should rest."

Penelope's gaze fixed upon her, his eyes somewhat unfocused, yet his voice remained clear.

"Everything will pass, and everything can be resolved. Blakey, don't go off alone because you're afraid of burdening me. Twelve years ago, it was you who helped me through, and now it's my turn to accompany you through this ordeal."

Even if it was a life-or-death ordeal, he was determined to see her through it.

He continued in a deep voice, "I can help you, and I'm willing to. But you...