Our world is in mourning now...Though it is painful, each of us must try to find meaning in what has come to pass. We must find hope in this time of great sorrow and sacrifice. We must never forget what has happened or why, so that the story will live always and so that one day you can tell your own children...It began a long time ago, when our world was very young. There was a man, who, with Father helped plant the very seeds of our civilization. But even his evil side began to grow, until it overshadowed all that was good. He was banished, yet we were never truly free of him. And then one night, his evil visited the world above...
I know Paracelsus. As twisted as his mind may be, it's still very complex, filled with designs and structures. No, Vincent, I assure you; that if he intended to kill Catherine, he would have done so already...He's luring you, calling you away from this place of safety.
Why? Because in his mind you are the one person that prevents his return to this world, a world which he still considers to be his own. Know the consequences of this action may stretch far beyond Catherine...The whole future of what we have built here is in balance. Vincent, you must be careful. Expect anything. Remember, Paracelsus has misled you before.
They were just buildings. This, I have waited my whole life to build this tower. Look at it. Is is 152 stories of offices and apartments and shops. Theatres. Botanical gardens. 9 restaurants. A six story waterfall in the Atrium. A city within a city.
Change is not always bad, Cathy. (showing the slides) I remember the first time I saw the skyline of New York. Empire State. Chrysler Building. I looked at them and I knew this was where I belonged. This was a town where anything was possible. The town is what I am and now, I am going to give something back.
[after explosion rocks tunnel] Most excavations stop well above our levels, but this new tower sinks its roots deep into the Earth, deeper than any building has ever gone before.
I did in a way. You are not my only visitor, you know. Mouse brings me my paints. Sometimes Mary comes or Sarah. They tell me stories and I put the stories on the wall. So, it is not magic after all. I leave that kind of thing to Narcissa.
The excavation will reveal at least four levels, possibly five or six. And even if we start sealing up all the surrounding tunnels today, there is no way to minimize the exposure. Evacuation is the only answer.