Jervis already disliked the smell in here, it stung his nose and it had an unsettling sharpness that set him on edge. It wasn't very pleasant at all. And whatever Jonathan was brewing in his -- was that his toilet? Well, it smelled and looked vile.

Jonathan turned to Jerome, sitting on the floor by his experiment, smiling. Since returned to Arkham, the guards had shaved his head and his long hair was gone, nothing to hide behind now. Jervis was slightly surprised, he supposed time flew - he always believed Jonathan was a boy but no, this was a man. Then again, so was Jerome. Two strong men and him, powerless and useless.

"Hroo hraa." Jon got up slowly, looking at Jerome then Jervis. "Hello, Mr Tetch. I am Mr Crane. I have come to free your mind."