Something's coming, the whispers growing louder: the worst winter storm in Bureau history. A retribution for my sins, our sins. This threat could destroy the Bureau, everything I've built. Destroy me. A web's spun, turning this place against me. I catch glimpses of it in the corner of my eye. It's just out of reach, elusive. It's clever. A perverse game of hide and seek. Is this part of an attack, obfuscating the facts, dimming my eyes? It's hard to tell. I need answers. I haven't heard back from Darling. I fear for my friend, my closest ally. I think we made a terrible mistake all those years ago. That thing he studies is putting us all in danger. It's my duty as Director to keep the Bureau safe. It'll be difficult. What's done can't be undone. There's no easy fix. Magical thinking is a requirement for survival. Pain and suffering are mandatory. To change things you have to break yourself. I don't know if I have the strength. I'm old and weak. I'm afraid. I can see my hands trembling. I'm losing control.