[Caterina Sforza is behind her desk with a grave expression on her face as she addresses the camera.]

I failed all of you. As much I hate to say those words aloud, it is the truth. I came here originally to act as a shield between you and the Contra Mundi but, it was already too late. He was ten steps ahead of me before I joined and I was not able to bridge the gap. No apology will make up for the damage he has caused. It will not bring back the woman he murdered.

[She pauses a moment and her expression changes. Her stormy eyes are like steel now and she folds her fingers in front of her face.]

I have no intention of failing twice. As of now, I am making it an official priority of AX to guard any and all worlds against him.

If you will have us, I will personally come to your world to investigate the bombings and the death of our fellow community member with Father Abel Nightroad. Thank you for your time.

Do not play one of his games unless you want to encourage another mass murder on the Contra Mundi's part.

...Oh dear.

[Isaak has looked up from his gadgets just in time to notice that- what's this?- his left hand has four red strings attached to his fingers. This must be one of Dietrich's pranks, of course! So what does he do, but tug on them, fairly hard, as Dietrich might do when jerking his makeshift puppets around! ...Hmm. They disappear into thin air...What technology has Dietrich come up with, this time? What point would there be, if he already had near-invisible strings?

And so, he follows them, like a compass, outside to the street. Was anyone else affected? Were any of the other Orden members attached- Oh, god help Dietrich if he'd tied Isaak to Helga.

[When Caterina is worried, she gets angry. Damn you Abel for making her worry.]

Father Abel Nightroad, report to me immediately!

[Have an amused Caterina sitting behind her desk. She was one of the few unaffected by that little virus and got the pleasure of watching the antics of you ducklings. She is perfectly polite about the whole incident however.]

I see you all came back to your senses in time for Christmas. Tell me, how was it being in high school? I never got the chance to attend it myself. I am envious I missed out on the experience twice already. I hope you'll be kind enough to share with me.