Celia: Who's that?
???: I was growing impatient. Almost came to find you.
Avelia: Show and disarm yourself!
???: I could not if I tried. But I will approach. I am Dr. Edwin Gamble. A humble research physicist.
Celia: He's... invisible?
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.
Celia: What the hell are you trying to say?!
Gamble: My findings- children, what I found was the truth.
Avelia: Explain yourself.
Gamble: Simply done. 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.
Celia: And the madman thinks he can use it. Am I getting this right?
Gamble: 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 crazy, and you're in league with the monsters.
Gamble: Turn back, little children. Turn around and unhook that silly frilly curtain you've strung about my castle walls. I have taken your friend; I can deal with you as well. I have had months to attain proficiency in my new magic.
Avelia: Flight is not in the Sweet Dream Mystic Team's repertoire.
Gamble: Then, for your own sake, I hope you can learn.
