Celia: Who's that?
???: I was growing impatient. Almost came to find you.
Celia: Show yourself.
???: I could not if I tried. But I will approach. I am Dr. Edwin Gamble. A humble research physicist.
Celia: Why can't I see you?
Gamble: I am a shade. Though at present by choice.
Celia: Dead?
Gamble: An understandable diagnosis. And not altogether inaccurate, though I resent its implication that I might no longer be... effectual in this world.
Celia: Explain yourself.
Gamble: How rude. I have seen things that would disintegrate your newborn mind. 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: You fail to understand that I wield the 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.
Celia: You're obviously full of it. Get out of my way or get ready to die. Permanently.
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.
Celia: I can handle myself, thanks.
Gamble: I admire your pride. Your death will be quick.
