Looming Disaster

There was no way they could keep this a secret! Jesse dancing around in that burning woodshed?! And why's he still so calm? Brookham has been shrouded in that strange blue mist for hours now, and none of the people who went in have come back or managed to send us any news. At this point it's blindingly obvious that the problem lies with those tall Black Towers Rosetta built. There must have been some kind of accident. And by the looks of it, it's even worse than a nuclear meltdown! And Jesse Sutherland is lying drunk in his room, dead to the world. I prepared some tools for escaping in the #[k=b25]hut to the west of the flower bed#[k]. Run for your lives. I hope it's not already too late...