Leo: Hi, Eleanor.
Eleanor: Hi, sweet boy.
Leo: This might feel a little strange.
Eleanor: I'm ready.
Leo: Just close your eyes and think about your baby.
The boy reached out with his small, dirt-stained hand.
Arthur: Be careful!
Leo: I always am.
Leo gently wrapped his fingers around Eleanor's pale, trembling hand.
Arthur: No, please!
Arthur screamed, absolute terror filling his face as a sudden, intense heat filled the room.
Charles: Good heavens, what is that light?
Arthur: Get him off her!
Charles: Sir, wait! Look at her!
Arthur stopped in his tracks, staring in shock.
Arthur: Eleanor?
Eleanor: Oh my god.
A deep, pulsing sound echoed through the grand ballroom, like a giant heartbeat.
Arthur: What is happening to her neck?
Dramatic, pulsing veins became visible beneath Eleanor's skin.
Charles: It looks like energy, sir.
Arthur: This is impossible.
Leo: Breathe in, Eleanor.
Eleanor took a deep, sudden breath, her chest rising fully for the first time in hours.
Leo: And breathe out.
Eleanor: The pain...
Arthur: Is it worse? Should I pull him away?
Eleanor: No!
Arthur: Tell me what you feel!
Eleanor: It's gone. The pain is completely gone.
Arthur: That can't be right.
Leo: I told you I wouldn't hurt her.
Leo kept his hand perfectly still, his eyes closed in deep concentration.
Arthur: Her color is coming back.
Charles: Her lips are no longer blue, sir.
Arthur: I don't understand this. This defies all medical science.
Leo: Science couldn't save her today.
Arthur: Who are you?
Leo: It doesn't matter right now.