(airy, detached): “No, Miss Grant… you mistake me for another. A charlatan, who called himself Thorn-don. Houdini positively eviscerated the fellow. Not that I see why Houdini has any right to cast stones. You know, that's not even his real name… it’s Weisz. A stage conjurer hiding behind an alias. Rather rich, don’t you think?”

(leaning in, voice low but weighted): “Mr. Delopore… you have been shown the thing which certain forces desired you to see. This was not a mere chance. Now… now we must discover why.”

(near-hysterical, a scream then fury): “Enough! Can’t you feel it? They’re all around us! Spirits pressing in, clawing at the walls! We are trespassers here—every breath is an invitation to our doom!”