Engel, not long after Claire's death, fled to the library to be alone, he sat at a table, picking out a book to maybe distract himself from what just happened, but he couldn't read, for a second he thought he'd wake up in bed, that this was all a bad dream, but no.

"I can't believe this..." Engel says to himself as he drops his book onto the table. "Why did this happen?" He put his elbows on the table and held his head in his hands, close to having a complete meltdown.