Jonathan had been all over the building looking for his wife, there was no question that she was here. The only question was why they hadn't found each other yet. It had been all night and he hadn't even seen a sign of her at all. He couldn't recall when he'd lost her, but the only important thing now was finding her.
He was making his way up and down and through every floor, on what seemed like his hundredth pass of the third floor he saw Van Helsing and he sped up and called out to him. As he approached his eyes moved from face to face and his stomach clenched in knots as realization came crashing down on him hard. "What have you done?" he asked, unclear even who he was speaking with, either Lucy or Mina or Dracula, he wanted answers but he didn't really need them. He'd failed, he'd had one job in the world, and that was to rid the world of Dracula and protect his wife and...Here they were. The heartbreak and the failure was almost too much and he was about to leap forward and kill them all his own death be damned.