She knew that she had Albert Runcorn to thank for the relentless coverage of her mental health. He'd always made her feel like she was less than everyone else, like she was rubbish that had no business even speaking to the other members of the regime. But, of course, that didn't stop him from trying to get under her skirt when he'd been drinking which only grew more frequent as the years wore on. As one of Rodolphus" top supporters and high on his list, she wondered if she could figure out a way to use him for her own purposes. Or if she could just get rid of him. No one would shed a tear at his death, least of all his poor wife.