Semi-conscious at best, Jackson still manages to work out the just of his surgeon's words. He wants to take him at once to the London, where he hopes that the medical staff will see him right. He knows, too, that that is truly his only hope now. But he will not let himself be carted off without first setting in motion Drake's own salvation.

"We go via Leman Street," he demands through bloody teeth. "Or I will die under your care, quack, and it will be... your failing." He knows enough about these English types to know that he will do whatever he can to save his reputation. It is easier even than he suspected to get the carriage to divert via the station, to alert Reid and his men that the Vigilance Men are at large and must be stopped.

The carriage ride is torture, every bump jolting at broken bones and mangled flesh, but Jackson survives it mostly conscious. Laid out in the back, he is just able to see the noose through the grimy window. Despite his injuries, he finds it in himself then to sit up and cry out for assistance.