Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.

The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.

The inner sanctum – my most precious chamber, Daniel. And it lies well beyond the refinery. In fact... it lies beneath the very stone of Brennenburg.

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.