The Fool is grateful that someone opened a window to let the smoke escape; the air is thick enough in this confined space as it is, and even with the aid of the mask he wears over his nose and mouth, his lungs ache. He takes a few delicate steps forward towards the stacks, cautious of where his feet fall; much of what has fallen to the ground is ash now, but in the event that any paper or records remain intact and on the floor, he would not wish to crush them.

Near the back of the room stand two cabinets largely untouched by the flames; inquisitive, the Fool approaches them. "This seems curious, does it not?" he asks to Miles over his shoulder.