Snippet #2717827

"Peter Banning did what?" Hook roars upon hearing the news, shaking his cane at the orderlies, infuriated and somewhat panicked at this turn of events. "What? Did one of you bloody buffoons forget to lock the damn door!? This is all standard procedure!"

He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a bottle of ibuprofen and downs a couple pills. With everything going suddenly south, and those blasted sirens blaring through his ears and into his skull, Jame's head began was already pounding. He held his head as he was about to join in the attempt to contain Peter when he heard Alice's wailing. She has taken this for the worst. No, not now Alice..! damn the fools! Why do we even have these blasted noise makers here? They mostly only serve as an agitator!

Then the sirens were shut off, he lifts his head, shifting attention from the collapsed Alice to see Dr. Jekyll approach from around the corner. Thank God, somebody who has it together! He watches as Henry takes over to try bringing poor Alice back to her senses, offering at least some relief to Hook.

He actually admired Jekyll, the man, the miracle. He's a complete turnabout case from having bouts of being the cruel Hyde, to the dominant personality now, a well educated man of high ethical standing. He shared in the belief that there are no monsters, only sick minds that need treatment. He was not just sane in this situation, he was lucidity personified, and Hook appreciates any he can get around here.

"Good form, sir, you are of exemplary character, sir Jekyll," he responds, not hiding his appreciation for his assistance in the situation. His headache too was now clearing, able to think again clearly again. By Henry's suggestion, he reaches for his taser. "Of course, though... I hope not to have to use it extensively. I... hope she's feeling better when this whole debacle is over with."

He then courteously bows to Dr. Jekyll before heading down the hallway, along with some of the orderlies, glancing over Peter's cell door briefly before heading onward. As I thought, it isn't even locked. This was likely not to go down without a fight, but this time he wasn't going to get caught off guard.

"Peter, Peter Pan! Where have you off'd to, boy?!" He calls out, checking back and forward vigilantly. "Turn yourself in and it'll be to the brig without any of the nastiness, captain's honor!"