The last time he was here[1] sunlight had streamed through the tall windows as golden rays, blessing the old wood and concrete with an almost ethereal atmosphere. A golden sun for a golden day, the day he set off for the nation across the pond.

Today it felt as if he'd not left London at all. The skies were grey, overcast[2] and cold. Drops of water lingered on the long windows as the soles of dragonhide cowboy boots strode down the long corridor lined with doors and slats once more. His shadow, once illuminated by gold, was now dim in a dreary passageway that had lost all the glitter and gold of the Federal Bureau's grandeur.

Fitting, he felt.

Weak light reflected off the nameplate on the door before his shadow eclipsed it, a gloved hand giving a short, sharp rap to the wood. Without waiting for an answer he pushed down on the door handle. Thomas Daylight would have the broad-shouldered form of a cowboy fill his doorway with deliberate purpose, a man built to bear burden rather than tower over others.

"Mornin'," Garrett offered, Southern drawl going strong in the morning hours. He shut the door behind him and strode across to the chairs in front of Daylight, taking off his hat but not his coat. Both his items of clothing were much darker than usual with a distinct spatter pattern of water. "Hit a downpour on the way 'ere and thought I was back in London."

He dragged back one of the chairs in front of the desk and sat down hard enough that it creaked. "Y'know, if I were still onna ranch the aurochs we 'erded would be fightin' to stay in their shelters. They just wanted the sun, y'know? Seein' as how things 'ave been dreary on my end, I can sympathise with 'em wantin' a spot o' sunshine. So it ain't too much to say I'm hopin' you got somethin' shiny for me, Daylight?"

1.	A Meeting with Daylight, May 30
2.	Weather for New York City, June 4 2018

Tom Daylight
Senior Mage, Federal Bureau of Covert Vigilance
Congress of American Witches and Wizards

It felt to Thomas Daylight, a senior mage for the Federal Bureau of Covert Vigilance, that the future was teetering on the edge of a cliff. The careful and dire machine that had been grinding forward for these last years, steaming and sliding, building and ensuring safety and prosperity for wizardingkind could be derailed by even a pebble dropped into the works. Already, human weakness had disappointed Daylight, human pride had created fissures in the strong frame, and brazen egos and nosy Aurors were going to ruin everything.

Daylight stood when Dawson arrived. The contrast was glaring, like they didn't belong on the same planet. Daylight in his dark suit, with his tidy dark hair, and polished shoes almost had no idea how to regard the dusty pioneer who should be astride some sort of beast instead of creasing that leather chair.

"I can't imagine why you would expect that," Daylight said. This was damage control. He had to get Dawson in line. "Considering my previous message.[1] What in the world do you think you're doing?"

1.	[3 June 2018] "What hath God wrought?"

"I look on the bright side o' things." Garrett made a brief tilt of his head sideways as if to say "yeah and what about it?"

He pushed aside the right side of his coat. From the strangely darkened recesses of the inner lining he drew a large folder envelope half an inch thick and slid it onto the desk.

"Yer evidence, includin' a report written by yours truly." Garrett sat back in his seat and crossed his legs languidly, interlacing his fingers in his lap. "See, while I was writin' up my findins' I realised my report ain't exactly complete. Yeah sure I was investigatin' the Collins' disappearances and you warned me about that dude Morgenthau, but you didn't warn me about the entire Department of Mysteries and the EPA."

He lifted a hand lazily. "So I'm feelin' like I'm owed a couple o' explanations. Not to mention what's the whole deal with the Collins. Why's a British couple o' Unspeakables havin' a l'il chat in American cipher to CAWW for near a decade? Don't 'old out on me now."

Garrett let his hand fall back into his lap. "My work ain't done. I'm still searchin' up a man what 'olds the truth. 'E's got the key to the Collins and when I find 'im I'm sure as hell I'll find all the answers to yer questions.

"But I'm gonna need more than what I got. I need leverage, Daylight, because the odds are stacked against me and you sent me out there with no bargaining chips. No one goes to the dealer's table empty-handed. You want answers? Give me the answers I need to get you the answers you want."