Sweeney was actually quite fond of Sadako. Not only did she know exactly how close to get to him at all times, she knew precisely why he did what he did. He nodded once to her question and opened the door, holding it for her while she walked through, before closing and locking it behind him. The pets could take care of themselves for a while.
He felt the wind blowing from the south, so he decided to head north, to Whitechapel. He was quiet as he walked, the only sound coming from him was his footfalls, though his mind was a blur of thoughts; dark and shadowed in some places, red with blood in others, silver in the light of a fire in most. He had no words in mind just then, though his entire being was moved as if possessed by some stronger desire to see that fire and red come to life. He moved towards the infamous area where the first scorn to his name took place and his lips curled into a cold smile. No, Jack, you've no room left here anymore. You're no longer but a memory, and I, the man you hid from view, has come back. You've no more place here. London is mine.