"Well, everyone. Even her. It was a mental health crisis. She had a very subtle layer of delusion, as I understand it, with savage spikes. Must have been awful to live with. Imagine suddenly turning around and believing everyone is your enemy. Even the people you work with, and trust. The whole world against you." He coughs. "I’ve rather come to a new appreciation of that idea in this last little while." In this position, the swellings stand out on his neck. She experiences a brief consilience of vision and implication: the black pox become the same ones she saw outside the embassy, the many eyes of the Witness. She looks away.