Like Frankenstein's Monster - Georgie is becoming aware!

He had toughed it out: persevered. Won back his sanity: if ever it had truly been lost, that is.

At first it had been confusing, sometimes he was faking it, and sometimes he believe the Duchess was truly there – in control. Mostly in control? He didn't want to kill again: his soul was clean after his confessions. He meant to keep it that way.

When he was in control of his personalities; that's what the shrink had said, when discussing him. Believing he was out of earshot, or that Georgie was drugged and not responsive. “He has a dual personality condition,” he had explained, “and the old woman is dominant. As a man I don't think we will see Bowen again.”

Dream on Crap-head. I am here all the time just waiting.

Befriending the old boys in the day-room was easy. What old codger does not want to have female company. Getting their trust and access to their wardrobe took a little time. Finally Georgie found it convenient to start appearing in the day-wards as a visitor. “The Major here to visit me Uncle Nigel, Ya know.” The staff were far to busy and lazy to bother checking anything out. He was not able to get off the premises though and had to go back to a convenient closet, empty toilet – wherever he had stashed the dress, and appear once again as the deranged stumbling, leaning on the walls Duchess.

As the months passed, and it appeared he was not recovering, his accommodations changed. He was moved to a small cell and his personal minders left. “I know who sent you to mind me, and why.” He often muttered. Now they had been withdrawn. So the Chief had given up. Stopped fearing that Georgie would spill the beans, reveal his secret. Tell where the treasure was stashed. Sometimes he felt like a pirate abandoned on an island, with a treasure map and a cross drawn to mark where the booty was hidden. It is hidden in my mind, and now I am starting to remember more, I have to be more deranged and then I will be safe. Until I get out of here.

As time passed the staff became comfortable with the visitor. “Here again Major. Visiting Nigel?”

“Why not dear boy. It cheers him up I think. Me too. Dashed rain will come again soon. Must get back to my charitable works. What!”

Then one day an old dear he had also cultivated was very poorly – near the end it seemed. Georgie had an idea, of how to get away, outside, free. And when he considered the plan it appeared so simple – a child, even a frail old Duchess could carry it off.