Mr. Wilson's patent transfer has been delayed now for three days. Today is the last day to sign.
Sonetto: According to the agreement, we will transfer Mr. Wilson to headquarters immediately after the contract is signed.
Sonetto: But now …
Protester: Price gougers kill!!! Give us back our money!!!
Police: Back! Get back!!
A raging protest surrounds the Wilson Pharmaceuticals building, waiting for his car to depart.
Once the contract is signed, the only effective drug for a serious copper metabolism disorder will rise from $1 to $550.
For both sides, this seems to be their last chance.
Male Clerk: Hello, are you from the St. Pavlov Foundation? We're with Mr. Wilson.
Male Clerk: We'd like to ask you to accompany us to the signing location to keep things under control.
Male Clerk: Please understand, we are only asking you to act in accordance with the contract.
Sonetto: I understand. We will do what we must to assist you.
Sonetto: Nowhere in the contract does it specify the number of people that must be present during this transfer.
Sonetto: The Timekeeper has more important tasks, so this obligation will be fulfilled by me as her assistant.
Male Clerk: Of course, I'm certain we can trust in your capabilities as an agent of the St. Pavlov Foundation.
Male Clerk: Please follow me.
Sonetto: You and Mr. X should take this time to make preparations for the transfer.
Sonetto and the clerks from Wilson Pharmaceuticals take their leave.
Everything is proceeding just as X said it would, yet the prophet himself is not present.
Instead, on the roof of an abandoned high-rise building, a lone figure stands against the wind.
X: …
X: "If there is an intelligence that can understand all the forces that bring vitality to nature …"
X: "And all the elements and things that constitute nature and their current states …"
X: "And this intelligence is great enough to analyze all this data …"
X: "Then from the largest object in the universe to the smallest particle, the movements of every body in time and space can be encompassed in the same formula …"
X: "For this intelligence, nothing is uncertain. The future will unwind before it with the same certainty that the past does."
The wind rustles the pages of the book.
X: What a beautiful discourse, Mr. Laplace.
X: It's just a pity … The butterfly has already flapped its wings.
X: When you were erecting that perfect machine, did you ever think that even the smallest gears might have a will of their own?
The protesters are gathered in front of Wilson Pharmaceuticals.
The rage of the crowd is growing to a fever pitch.
Crowd: Down with Wilson!!! Wilson has blood on his hands.
Security Guard: D**n it, we won't be able to get out …!
Sonetto: Allow me.
Sonetto: Sonetto takes a deep breath.
Sonetto: May the peace be with us.
Then, she lifts her arms high—
Sonetto: Via Pellar!
A simple and harmless arcane skill.
It grants a blessing to the road, so that Wilson's car is able to safely drive away despite the crowds.
The headlights come on. Everyone can only watch as Wilson's car speeds away, harmlessly passing through the crowd.
Wilson: Useless whiners, what do these idiots know …?
Wilson: It costs money to go to London, to develop a drug, to avoid the "Storm," to come back … Everything costs money.
Wilson: Besides, why should I care about things like ethics when the "Storm" is about to wash away everything?
Wilson: I don't have time for this. Get out of the way, you stupid bastard!
Wilson pushes his driver out, taking the wheel of his car and slamming on the gas pedal.
Sonetto: …!?
The crowd has instinctively retreated from the crash, forming a large circle.
Smoke billows out from Wilson's black car. It has crumpled up like a crushed soda can.
A sudden and unexpected accident.
Sonetto: …!
Crowd: … Oh My God …!
Crowd: Wilson is dead!!!
Crowd: He was crushed by his own company's sign falling down!!
Crowd: Seems like God finally took an interest! Hallelujah!
Sonetto: How could this have happened …?
Yet, a second look confirms there is no one to be seen.