And there stood her house, like a beacon calling me home. Against the dark surroundings it is a light in the darkness. Her home is a place that provides protection, a place that provides sanctuary. Sanctuary for all those who have lost their way, have no place to turn, or for those like me, who belong there and it is our home.

She once told me that 'Sanctuary for all' is not empty motto, and I believe her, after all she saved me, she saved Jack the Ripper, and she is constantly saving others, because that is who she is.

She will be there, like she always is. She will be waiting, perhaps not with open arms, but she would never turn me away. She never could turn anyone away who needed help. And she will give her help, grudgingly at first, but then get caught up in the excitement I bring with me. After all, trouble follows me like a shadow.

Don't tell her, but I will get myself into any trouble to see her again, and when she needs my help I will come running. 'Why?' you may ask, but the answer is simple. I love her, and I will wait until the day she loves me in return. It may take a year, a decade, a century, but I will always be waiting until she gives in.