“So... what did you find out, Prom?” he asked while sitting in his chair. 

“Harold Hahn is a patient of Baron Frankenstein and underwent his miracle treatment just like Lord Stein did, but he got treated five months ago. He only started changing today. Moreover, it turns out that the maintenance treatments people need after for life are weekly mineral baths.” Prometheus informed. 

“Baths? Really?” Igor was perplexed. 

“Mineral baths that consist of green glowing water that smells foul. Sounds familiar?” Prometheus added while picking up the small jar of green glowing liquid “I think it’s time to examine this.” 

“Prometheus, Igor, I’m on my way to do some shopping for papa.” Agatha called out from the hall which prompted Igor to hide the jar in the drawer as she did not know anything “He didn’t manage to finish his groceries due to our emergency and he still needs some essentials. Could you join me please, Prometheus? You know which brands he likes better than I do and last time I got him the wrong ones, I thought I’d never hear the end of it.” 

“Go. I’ll finish up what you started here, Prom.” Igor said with a wink. 

Ghost also gave a wink as she hooted while perching onto Igor’s hump indicating that she wanted to stay with him. 

“Alright. I’ll see you two later then. I need to catch up with Albert anyway.” Prometheus said then left with Agatha. 

Once alone, Igor took out the jar and looked at it before going to the lab area of the clinic. He closed the blinds for privacy, put on an apron, gloves, goggles and even a mask for good measure while Ghost kept her distance by looking up from the top of the shelves. He took a sample with a dropper noting how slimy it was and put it under a microscope to see it up close. Much to Igor’s frustration, he could not take a good look at it as it was like trying to look directly into a lightbulb. He tried adding a drop to some water to dilute it, but when he did, it began to take on the properties of acid and melted through the crucible. He cursed under his breath and tried again using a piece of cloth which seemed to work. As he observed the sample under the microscope, he took a step back thinking before taking a record sample labeled as “muscle tissue” and looked at it under the microscope for comparison. 

“How...?” Igor said out loud. 

He thought for a moment and decided to test the green liquid on different things. The first thing he tested it on was a potted tulip. When he added a droplet to it, the tulip turned sickly and withered away in seconds. He did the same thing with a Venus fly trap, but it killed that plant too. Scratching his head thinking, he brought out an orchid that was visibly unhealthy as it was drooping and turning brownish yellow. When a drop was added this time, the orchid miraculously began to get healthy in seconds with its leaves turning vibrant green and shiny and the blossoms became full, colourful and bright. However, this beautiful return to form was only momentary. The plant began to twitch and transform again with the leaves and stem now sporting ‘veins’ that glowed green. The blossoms also turned bright green with the centers now sporting teeth and secreted saliva like nectar. The mutated orchid literally leaned towards Igor reaching and chomping at him with the many mouths threateningly, but he reacted quickly by kicking the pot away. The pot shattered on the floor, but even in that state, the monster plant continued to snap and reached for Igor while dragging itself towards him. Horrified, Igor grabbed a chair and repeatedly beat the abomination until it was dead. Once it was, its body disintegrated and disappeared leaving behind only a black outline of where it once lay disturbing the hunchback. 

“This is going to be a long night, Ghost.” Igor panted. 

Meanwhile, Prometheus was holding the bags of groceries for Albert as he walked with Agatha. 

“Papa is the only man I know who likes persimmon jam.” she grumbled in disgust. 

“Hey, I like it too, Agatha.” Prometheus laughed. 

“That’s different. You eat it when it's in a Danish with cream not straight up on toast.” she giggled. 

“Says the woman who can drink a whole bottle of deep red wine and still stand up straight.” he teased her. 

“Touche... Pardon me for asking, but are you alright? You’ve been acting strange since you treated William Frankenstein.” Agatha was concerned. 

Prometheus’ smile faded slightly “A lot happened since that day, Agatha. Not just to poor Mark Eldrich. We went to see Mr. William Frankenstein at his home and uh... Igor and I think he’s being abused.” 

“Poor boy. What about Mr. Harold Hahn? From what you told me about Lord Stein, he seemed to have the same ailment.” she boldly pointed out. 

Prometheus froze for a moment “Nothing gets by you, does it, Agatha?” 

“I am a secretary. I’m also your friend, Prometheus. If something is going on, you know you can talk to me and I know that you know more than you’re letting on.” Agatha firmly reminded him. 

“... I think my memories are beginning to come back to me, Agatha.” Prometheus confessed. 

“Really?” she smiled. 

“However, I think I have bad blood with the Frankenstein family. I also think something very bad happened to me.” he added. 

“Oh...” her smile faded and turned her head to look in front, but then noticed something “Hey... Hey! There’s someone collapsed on the ground!” 

Prometheus and Agatha rushed over to the poor woman who was collapses face down on the ground. 

“Oh, no. Her head is bleeding!” Agatha gasped as she noticed. 

Prometheus turned his back for a moment to put the bags down carefully when Agatha let out a short scream of terror making him jerk his head around “Agatha!” he grabbed her as she trembled and looked as pale as a sheet. 

“Her... her face... that woman...” she stuttered and she turned to lean against the side of the building. 

Prometheus knelt to the collapsed woman to examine the woman. Tragically, she was already dead as her hands were gray, stiff and cold. When he then checked her face, he covered his mouth and went stiff before getting up. 

Agatha pointed “Prometheus, that woman is missing her face!”