29 Hanbury Street

8 September 1888, 5:35 a.m. Once again, alarm bells are ringing as I dash down towards Hanbury Street. I stop to survey the situation and check my cuff dial, not far now, the rip is accelerating and I should be very close to the epicenter. I am feeling a strange hum pulsing in my chest; a vibration that increases as though I had a dozen tuning forks striking in unison in my shaky frame. Frozen by this ever increasing hum, I find myself near a 5-ft picket fence, stepping inside and as I turn my head... a glow of blue white light flashes for just an instant, blinding me for that moment. As if waking from a dream, my eyes clear and there the body lies. This is not what I expected. The hum is gone and my limbs no longer feel restricted; quickly I move through the gate to discover what gruesome work The Butcher has committed this time. My god...  his fiendish use of the knife is telling of the hate he harbors and it is clear he has some purpose now. 
Dark Annie is certainly dead from the knife wound on her neck (nearly took her head off), cut the same way as the previous victim; he must really enjoy the look in the eyes of the retch as he wields the knife to their soft throat and spills blood like paint cans overturned. Her abdomen is torn open and laid out with her intestines severed with expert precision, as if piling rubbish they lay above her shoulder. He has removed and taken with him, uterus and appendages with the upper portion of the vagina and two thirds of the bladder. With one clean sweep of his knife this madman expertly removed the pelvic organs and heaven only knows for what purpose! Also, three brass rings were forcibly removed and taken, but her other belongings were left behind and seemed staged around the corpse. Was this some kind of message or clue to taunt me?
As I stare at the blood splatter on the fence I am reminded of the Locard Exchange Principal of trace evidence, something is always left behind and I must find it. I have just enough time to do a sweep of the area and my scanner picks up something...