England, 1905
“I didn’t kill all those people… It wasn’t me.”
Tears welling up in his eyes, Layton pointed the electric torch at the thin, gold wedding band in the palm of his hand.
He smiled and placed the ring in his pocket, then shone the light again on the skeleton from whose finger he had taken the ring.
“I don’t know why you did this to me, Peter. But thank you for giving me back my life.”