Henry thought that he'd made himself perfectly clear the last time the two of them had interacted. However much progress he'd been making thanks to the residents of Shark House both humoring him and helping him heal, all that went out the window the second he'd noticed his enemy underfoot.

He couldn't help being overpowered by the memory flood that Walter triggered. His blood wouldn't let him. It was like the chocolate milk incident all over again--only with less throwing up into a bush and with more throwing himself at serial killers.

Henry lifted his head and snarled as he squatted awkwardly in the snow and slush and dead grass of the park. He scuttled forward several paces not unlike the writhing horrors Walter had decorated his otherworlds with before staggering to his feet.

"I told you--I warned you--I--"