Dear Mr. Scrimgeour, How have you been? I hope things are better in Wales – at least for your sister and mother. I heard that your department is on high alert. That must be difficult on you Mr. Scrimgeour. I hope you are not tiring yourself out.

As for me, being stuck in the fog is hardly any fun especially when I have been banned from dwelling outside. My parents fear that I might end up in a carriage accident like Mrs. Whitledge. Might I ask you for suggestions to what I can do to entertain myself? I felt as though I have read every single collection in our library. Sketching is out of the question too – as there isn’t anything to draw except for well the fog.

— Miss Ligeia Baudelaire —