He slumps over then, slouching the way starved plants do, but this is not despair; a stiffening fear is dissolved from his blood. A hand covers his face. "Thank God," he says. "I was afraid that I was losing my mind, to stress, or, or--or something. "

He takes another second to breathe before he looks up at Gaeta again. "So what we witnessed was something that truly happened in the past. Were our names in there? What else did you find?"