Unfinished Business

Jack pays the cab driver, giving him extra for the time he didn't realize was spent and for being good humored for all the stops. Right'o gov, next time yer in 'ol London town, look up 'ol Tom; cheers to you! Tipping his hat, Tom drives off into the darkness. Nearly 4 a.m. now, Jack conceals one bag in the bushes and keeping the other containing the instruments to extract the parasite and potential emergencies, should they crop up.
Setting the dial as far as it would go, like a clock, Jack activates the time distortion module for a third time, glowing amber now; this could mean there is a limit on how often it can be used, especially in one 24-hour period.
Walking past the frozen statues of night nurses and orderlies, Jack locates the critical care ward. His assaulter lay motionless in the bed. Using the bedside table, the bag is opened and Jack lays out the tools he needs on the foot of the bed. Taking tools in hand, he proceeds to undo Norman's handiwork. With time 'frozen', removing the parasite is an easy task this time around. Completing the surgery, Jack packs everything up and starts to leave the ward when time re-sequences itself. Coming towards him is an orderly carrying linens. Hey! You! What do you think you're doing here? Approaching, in a non-threatening manner, Jack addresses the aggressive man. I'm afraid I'm lost...My name is Dr. Jackson; I'm from Brompton Hospital and I was checking on a patient, that had recently consulted me. You're here a bit early Doc; best come back at 9 a.m. Yes, I'll do that and thank you.
Swiftly, Jack descends the staircase and passing the nursing station, tips his hat. Nurse Havershome is shocked to see him, before she can say anything, Jack says, over his shoulder, see you tomorrow nurse and out the door he goes.
Grabbing his other bag, from the shrubs, he starts the long walk back to Whitechapel and the rendezvous to rip. Why would Norman tell me when and where? I will have to be on my guard and then there is Grace to consider; what danger might she be in?
Too many questions swirl around his tired mind and the weather is making the walk a damp one...I'll not be missing this!