Ohhhh, James, it hurts how much you don't know. Why wouldn't she tell you all about me before sending you off into my grasp? She should trust you more than she does; you've got a good head on those independent shoulders of yours.

[I was just like you. Are you saying you will someday snap and attack your fellow agents? When I look at you... A glance in a mirror--a very different man than the one James sees before him. A little praise for Mister Rodriguez from M, a gun from Q branch, the feeling of the tedium of writing reports and the fun of trying to charm someone else up enough to do it for him, things that should be most familiar to the current agent. How does he get James to see, this wasn't always in him? Must he dig down, fifteen years ago, five months and a molar?]