"I dunno who Celia is, but I know what the Magnus Institute is, and I know what it was like when I was there. You're probably playing with a whole different set of rules, but I can't imagine it's any less of a hall of monsters anywhere else," Gerry prattles, angry and pacing like a caged tiger now. Agnes, his Lampent, dutifully follows him back and forth.

"I can think of three theories. None of which consist of me living a normal fucking life and Gertrude bloody Robinson being my actual grandma. Either I've been brainwashed and Gertrude is supervising me, I've been brainwashed and Gertrude is trying to protect me, or I'm in on it and lying through my teeth."