???: I was growing impatient. Almost came to find you.
Avelia: Invisible ??? Show and disarm yourself!
???: I could not if I tried. But I will approach. I am Dr. Edwin Gamble. A humble research physicist.
Avelia: You... you died, did you not? One of the first reported casualties at the onset of the disaster. 
Gamble: An understandable presumption. And not altogether inaccurate, though I resent its implication that I might no longer be... effectual in this world.
Avelia: What are you saying?
Gamble: I discovered the basis of all fear. The very dimension from which it arises, the tangible pool of magic from which, in the fleeting moments of your deepest misery, you drink. I wield that power now. I drink from the pool at my leisure. And when I've escaped your petty quarantine, so too will all the people of the world.
Avelia: You're insane.
Gamble: Turn back, child. Turn around and unhook that silly frilly curtain you've strung about my castle walls. Don't underestimate me; I will quickly reunite you with your friends. I have had months to attain proficiency in my new magic.
Avelia: Flight is not in the Sweet Dream Mystic Team's repertoire.
Gamble: Ha! "Team", indeed. For your own sake, I hope you can learn.
