-I think, Mr. Gray, there are, um, tremors around us. Like the vibrations of a note of music, hidden music. Some might be more attuned to them than others. -What do those people do, those who have been chosen? :They endure uniqueness. -To be alien. To be disenfranchised from those around you. Is that not a dreadful curse? To be different. :To be powerful. Is that not a divine gift? -To be alone. :To be seeking. -What? :Another. Like you. Who shares your rarity. -Then you are no longer unique. :Nor are you alone. "penny dreadful"