The rest of the evening passes uneventfully. The next day, around noon, he's actually approached by Natalya, mostly inquiring about what he's working on, and what projects he has in the works, likely leading up to requests for more projects. Before she can get that far, though, an aide runs up to her. "Umm, ma'am, we have a bit of an issue. There's a visitor knocking at our front door." "We don't... have a front door." "Yes... that's part of the problem. She's, rather loudly, asking for Terry. Or, rather, and I, umm, quote 'that rat bastard grandson of mine'."