"Um - again, we really don't know the whole scope of it. He was interested in rituals and has some kind of apocalyptic fixation."

Terrence starts wringing his hands again.

"Also his friends unprovably-but-almost-certainly murdered some people, and while we don't have evidence that ties Roby himself to the scene... it's a concern."

"Sadly it's almost impossible to find the manifesto even if you can read German," Oscar says a bit too firmly.

(Terrence gets a great idea. He perks up a little but is still downtrodden enough that it's not super obvious.)

"--In general a lot of what we found is fairly... Circumstantial? Which is a little maddening but is what we have."

"I understand, and I trust your judgment."

"And we highly appreciate that."

Terrence nods. "Thank you for bringing us in. And for your foresight. I feel that a lot of people would have left the poor man to rot and not bothered to check further, and... you did want to check."

"So, well. You are a credit to your profession."

"Seconded."

After that slightly harrowing conversation--

"Hello?" says Nurse Edwards.

"I don't want to pry about something so sensitive, but I've found a pattern and I have to check-- the night of the murder, did anyone hear a whistling noise?"

He looks concerned. "I didn't."

That sure is an expression Nurse Edwards has! It might even mean something to someone other than him! "That's-- I don't want to say it's 'good to hear.' It's better than the alternative."

Warning him is potentially going to sound crazy but he would feel awful not warning him if he's at risk. (And being near Roby puts him at risk.)

"But if you do hear a high pitched whistle-- I'd recommend getting out of there quickly."

"I will."

"That's-- good."

"I'd love to give you a more coherent warning, but I don't know much more than that it's a... Calling card."

"What is it a calling card for?"

"It's associated with people going missing... And a few confirmed murders."

He grimaces. "I'll keep an eye out."

"I appreciate that. And I'm-- sorry about it, too."

Meanwhile--

"Sorry about your shiny new magic powers!" Nessa says, to the assembled crowd that is Sal, Oscar, and Terrence.

Why are so many boys here! How is she supposed to be Violet in these conditions! Woe be upon the world...................

"Hi, Violet!"

"You should choose a wider variety of reading material," Nessa says to Terrence.

"Please don't call me that."

"...You said there were other versions of me, in other worlds. Is that what... what any of them are called."

"That's what most of them are called," Nessa says cheerfully.

"...I read lots of books," Terrence says, defensively.