From The Journals of Katherine Plumber

August 19th, 1900

(Short chapter, but I am so tired. I just started a new job and was offered to new ones. I accepted both on top of dance. On the bright side, I finished my last 2 high school credits. Slowly dying and not even 18 yet. Life is so fun :D) 

I woke up with the sun beaming on my cheeks through the window. I had thought everything was fine as I opened my eyes, however, when I didn't feel Jack's arms around me, I realized I was wrong. I jumped up, in fear I was living one of my nightmares again. I went into the bathroom, looking high and low for him. Just as I felt my anxiety rise, a knock was heard on the door. "Jack!?" I rushed over, quickly opening the door only to see one of the men who work here.

"Morning, ma'am." He nodded, "There's a phone call for you downstairs." He said.

I nodded, "Thank you."

I quickly grabbed my robe, pushing past the man as I ran down the hall. I rushed to a small room before the bar and picked up the phone, "Hello?" I breathed into the speaker, panicked and breathless.

"Hey, Kath." Bernard said.

"Oh, Bernard. It's just you." I sighed.

"Nice to talk to you, too." He chuckled dryly.

"Sorry, I was hoping you were Jack." I said.

"No, but, uh, he's why I called. I saw him and remembered you were still here. I was gonna come say bye, but we're just a bit busy here so I can't. So, I just wanted to call and say goodbye." He explained.

"Wait, you saw him? There? At the prison?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Shit." I muttered, "I'll be there soon." I said, quickly hanging up the phone.

I ran out of the room, and up the stairs. I bypassed many doors before making it back to my room. I wasted no time in finding my clothes from the day before and throwing them on. I didn't even bother getting my corset on before grabbing my purse and leaving. I dashed down the stairs and out the front door. Luckily, just as I left the trolley was passing by.

I hitched up my skirt and jumped on, spinning a seat as I sighed with worry. I knew after I practically blew Jack's mind he would think about a lot of things, including a visit to his Father. I don't want to see him. I don't want him to get hurt. I know I can't control my husband, but I can strongly encourage him to not do something.

Stupid Jack always being stupid and stubborn! And, stupid me always following him into his idiotic desicions. I sometimes wish I didn't love him as much as I do so that way, I won't always be in an awkward, terrifying or plan out stupid situation. But, then again, I am happy I love him so. I feel like so many good things we have out weighs all the bad - even the stupid - things.

Even though the trolley took only a half hour or so to return to the prison, I felt like it was longer. It felt like an eternity. It was also alarming to go back there. I can only remember the bad that has happened here. Yes, I lost my child at the lodge, that was bad yet I can remember all the good before thinking of that. Here, I have nothing good.

Before the trolley could even stop, I jumped up and hopped off the steps to the ground. Though I stumbled, I ran across the lot and into the building. To my surprise, as I ran in, I was met by Bernard, face-to-face with me. I stumbled back in fright and sighed in relief when I realized it was him, "Katherine? I was on my way to see you. You hung up so abruptly." He said.

"I had to get down here. You said Jack was here?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's been in DR for an hour now." He said.

I sighed, "Of course. He shouldn't be here."

"He has the right to." He said.

"I don't care." I said.