It's over. They're... [Lee says, her voice wavering and she swallows, hearing a click in her throat.] ...they're all dead.

[Her eyes flicker to Alfred's hands which are covered in blood and after a moment she forces herself to look up at his face which is dull and tired looking.]

We should get Alfred back to my clinic. I can treat his wounds there.

No.

[He croaks and slowly un-clenches the hand holding the fire poker, it clangs against the floor, echoing in the silence around them and he takes two shambling steps towards Oswald.]

I want to go home.

Alfred, you need treatment.

[His eyes, which finally seem to have some life in them again, lock onto Oswald's.]

Please, sir?

[He asks Oswald, his voice almost pleading with him.]