"I'll make sure it's fresh."

He takes his leave.

"Just so we're clear. I do not trust you. I do not especially like you. I do not think it is a good idea to give you a pack, and if you give me the slightest hint of an excuse to do so, I will crush the bones in your legs to a fine powder."

"Got it."

It's a quiet night, after that.

Good. That was the goal.

The veterinarian is the first to stop by.

"Good morning."

"I hope things went well here."

"Dandy," says the boy, finally waking.

"No problems."

"The specimen is apparently conscious. The tank is still intact, but I'm afraid, given that it has unknown properties, this method of ressurection may not exactly be ethical."

"Gotta say, I'm okay torturing Nazis."

"I'm sure when someone whose opinion I care about brings up that point, we can discuss it. Ellie, can you tell me more about the known constraints on your abilities? Possibly somewhere away from prying ears."

"I'm limited solely by what I can pay attention to."

"If I ask for your help moving the tank to a more secure location, do you think you could do that without disrupting its continued function?"

"As long as it doesn't rely on any systems hardwired into the building."

"I'll make sure there's nothing like that."

...

"If there is, could you move the building?"

"Yes."

"You seem pretty nice to have around. Where can I get one?"

"They only appear to the pure of heart. Sorry."

"As he says."

"Moving the building won't be subtle, but might have to do. If we don't find a way to remove the tank without risking his escape, we can move the building tonight."

"Where to?"

"Eichen House."

"The asylum?"

"It doubles as a prison for the supernatural."