Rose Distill'd

Time to give My Dark Lady her Anima. I have spent the night crafting the charm into the centerpoint of her steering wheel.

I have found a perfect donor.

She is young and naive, she is rich, she is bored, her mother is dead, her father neglects her. She is looking for love in all the wrong places.

And she is a virgin.

"But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness."

She will be mine.

All it's going to take is one belated Valentine. 

She tells me, the Fog is foregathering in her tiny township of Kingsmouth. Perfect cover.

Will travel.