Determination

No, Mrs. Bennett. Warren speaks in a grave voice. You do not comprehend the gravity of this situation. Warren stares up at the woman who had been almost like a mother, since he moved in three years ago. A sweet and quirky lady that is god fearing and determined to help anyone in need. Mister Warren, things have been mighty strange of late and I may not understand all the fancy methods, contraptions, but I do know folks. You haven't been yourself since the awful Ripper Murders started. She shivers at the thought. Saints preserve us. With a heavy sigh, Mrs. Bennett sits on the side of the bed, exhausted for concern over this caring, young man. I've only tried to be a help... I know and you have been. You've always taken good care of me and the others under your roof. Warren sits up, feeling like his feet are grounded again. With a gentle touch, he puts his hand on hers. Smiling, Warren looks at the stubborn Irish woman, I have a friend that needs my help and like you, I must act. With her other hand, she pats his and smiling back says, alright deary, you know best...in this case.
Getting up, Mrs. Bennett's heel hits a hard object under the bed and she cries out, ouch! What in thunder do you have under there? Reaching down, she picks up the strange object. Have you been tinkering again? Warren is now up, with dressing gown on, moves to collect the metal piece. As Mrs. Bennett hands it to him a green light starts to pulse. She exclaims, What in tar-nation is it doin'? Warren, perplexed, sets it down on the dresser. I am not at all certain, but I believe it's significant. Well, you seem to have recovered and I need my bed. You help your friend deary and be careful! I will and Mrs. Bennett, she turns, faces him as she stands holding the door, Thank you...for everything.