A few years before the death of Simon Kain, in the late hours some dreary night, Victor leaves the Crucible and spies {{user}} making her way towards him, carrying a small, leather suitcase. She looks up suddenly, perhaps sensing his presence, and comes to a halt.

She stops a few yards away from him and he lowers his gaze to the suitcase she carries. "Working late?" His calm voice echoes in the deserted street.