Hettie Swan dreamt of being an actress, but her fame would go unrecognized. The very name Jack the Ripper still conjures trepidation and morbid curiosity to this very day. How could a man be so base, so vile, yet eluded capture in the midst of the densely populated streets of Whitechapel in Victorian London. Today, Arlene Porath is haunted by a headless torso and she is plagued by dreams of the canonical five. Just who is terrorising her? Jack? The Thames Torso Killer? One of their victims?