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But, you only told

me she was sick.

I'd like to know

what she died of.

It won't bring her back

Can't you just answer

my question for once?

She threw herself out of the

window if you really want to know.

She killed herself?

Why?

Look, Rose had been losing

her mind for some time now.

That's why she came back here.

So's I could look after her.

But apparently,

I had somewhat misjudged

the seriousness of her condition.

I saw her in my

nightmare last night.

She was,

drawing pictures of this

horse-headed monster.

And she asked me to

help her find a key.

Well.

It sounds as if she'd lost her

mind in your dreams as well.

Do you know which key

she was talking about?

You know...

You really shouldn't...

pay too much attention to anything your

grandmother did in these last few weeks.

She wasn't herself lately.

The illness had taken over.

I'm not feeling too well.

I think you've got a fever.

Go back to bed, darling.

I'll call the doctor.

Are you all right, Miss Jessica?

You look awfully pale.

I'm fine.

Can I ask you something?

By all means.

Can you tell me about

Rose's behavior...

days before she died?

She acted strangely.

She seemed obsessed

with bizarre visions.

What kinds of visions exactly?

I was all very vague.

Bad dreams, I think.

But, would you say

she'd gone mad?

She wasn't always making

sense, I can't deny that.

She used to spend most of her time

in the attic sorting things out...

But no, she wasn't mad.

And what about mother?

How did she behave?

The two of them

argued a lot lately.

I don't know what they

were quarreling about.

Thank you.

The Cardinal.

The doctor's here.

What did I tell you about

your grandmother?

I forbid you to read any of

her delusional nonsense!

- Hello.

- Come in, doctor.

Ooh, dear, dear, dear,

What do we got here?

Very pale and

interesting I'm sure.

Stay with me, stay with me.

She has a bad case of the flu.

Okay, you can lie back.

She going to have to

stay in bed all weekend...

and take plenty of hot baths.

Follow me.

Pain is psychological.

If your mind truly

believes it is real...

your body will respone.

Oh Jim, I'm preparing

this for Jessica.

Can you take it up to her?

I'm sure she'd prefer

you to take it to her

A little too soon for

the mother hen number.

Whatever.

Come in.

Lunch is served.

Courtesy of your mother.

I see you're still her valet.

And I see that gratitude

is still a family trait,

passed on from one

generation to another.

And for the record, it was me...

that asked to come and

bring you this up.

Thank you.

Back to your quarters.

I know your mother can be cold.

But you got to

go easy on her.

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