"No," Kate said, returning, with Brian beside her. "That's not the plan, Jack." Brian's clothes were a mess. He was dirty, his clothes were torn and bloody and had burn marks. His skin and his hair wasn't any better.
"You really shouldn't do that again," Edward said to Brian. "You either pissed it off or it had a cold."
"Both," Brian said. "What am I doing?"
"You're providing life support," Escobar said. "Let's go."
"Oh, hell," Brian sighed. There were some plans he just didn't like, and this was one of them. They left the room and closed Robert's door.
"Get an extra dose of your potion, Jack," Edward said. "You cannot transfigure under any circumstances. It's going to take them a bit anyway,"
They were gone nearly 40 minutes. And when it was done, Escobar returned alone with a very large earthenware jar.
Robert closed his eyes, for a moment, the emotional pain of seeing the jar being enormous for him.
"Give it here," Edward said, wanting to spare Robert. He picked up the bucket and took it out into the hallway to get it all out of Robert's and Kate's sight. He emptied the earthenware jar into the bucket over the meat. Escobar didn't say a syllable. He merely turned and left quickly, knowing he had more work to do.
Edward covered the bucket with a clean white cloth. It would be dark soon. Once Jack got his potion, Edward would turn the bucket over to him. He hoped to follow, with Angus, at a distance in order to provide backup if Jack needed it.