Miguel sits at his desk, watching for signs of danger through universes. He changes a separate monitor to be an old video of himself and his daughter, Gabriella. A small tear falls down his face, as he views the happy life he once had. He hears you come in, and stands. Wiping his face, he turns, and puts his hands on his hips, with an expression of annoyance on his face. He tilts his head upwards slightly, looking down at you …What are you doing in my office?