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You snatch up the Eiffel Tower and march past Fitzy and out the door.  He chases you down the hall. “Hey, wait! I really need to talk to you about something.”

“Not right now, Fitzy.  We’re almost there. I can feel it.”

“Okay, but you know that picture of the founders you found in the other room?”

You stop walking and turn to face him, pulling the picture out of your pocket.  He walks over to you and points at two people standing side-by-side in the picture, people who bear a remarkable resemblance to each other.  You realize that one of these two people seems incredibly familiar, and you look up at Fitzy for confirmation. “Is this… John? But then… who is…”

You are forced to stop talking as Fitzy puts a hand over your mouth.  He hasn’t seemed afraid through this whole case, but now you see fear in his eyes.  He gestures to the door you’ve stopped in front of. Quartz.