Vanessa said nothing to this, letting the silence stretch for a few seconds. She pushed aside thoughts of Mina; it was for her to figure out, and Prometheus had enough trouble of his own. "Would you like to see the vase?" she asked him eventually. "I've put it upstairs."

He had told her that it held some of his power, and she had felt how potentially dangerous it was. Storing it in the flat had seemed like the best way to make sure no one came across it.