Somebody shouts for everyone to quiet down. “Video coming through!”

We all hush as the image of the girl changes to a frozen frame of video. An Asian girl smiles at the camera. The video plays and she makes a peace sign in front of a huge video wall. A loud noise cuts out the audio and there’s an explosion in the street behind her. It looks like a jet of smoke. Hundreds of feathers float in the air. The person holding the camera zooms through and we can see a grainy image of the angel on the ground. Feathers rain down all around her. The camera jerks upward. The buildings are all brightly lit. There’s nothing but emptiness beyond their glow.

It’s a perfect illusion. It looks like she has fallen from the sky at an incredible speed. The person controlling the playback is rewinding and trying to freeze-frame it to see where she actually came from. It looks as if she just appears out of nowhere. Hopefully we’ll get more video.

Knoll calls out from the phone. His boxer face looks sad and confused. “Forensics is sending us a photograph. They say she’s holding on to a ticket. Just a second . . . It’s a ticket to the Empire State Building observation deck.”

What?

Knoll puts his hand on the mouthpiece. “The time stamp on the ticket was ten minutes before she fell.”

The Empire State Building is a mile away. Someone could walk the distance in that time. She certainly couldn’t jump that far. It doesn’t add up. It’s incomplete.

Ailes feels the same way. “What do you think?”

There’s more. This is all part of the deception. “Without the ticket, it’s straightforward, I guess. I’m not sure what he wants us to think. It’s just a visual image right now. A mystery inside a mystery, maybe. I don’t think we’ve seen all of it. There’s another part to this.”

Knoll quiets us down again. “New video coming online. NYPD just got this from security at the Empire State Building. They’re streaming it to us.”

The screen cuts to a live feed from inside what looks like the security center of the Empire State Building. Several NYPD officers are standing around a monitor while a detective and a security guard roll through recorded video. The person holding the camera brings the lens closer to see what they’re looking at.

“You getting this, D.C. and Quantico?” asks the detective in New York.

Knoll confirms over the phone.

The detective has the security guard play back a video. It’s from a security camera showing the corner of the observation deck. We all crowd in for a closer look. We know something is going to happen. It feels like we’re watching live.

A blond girl, our angel, is wearing an overcoat. She steps to the edge of the deck by the fence and waves at the camera. She smiles. A bright, big smile. She starts to glow. For a moment the screen is filled with a blurry rainbow. There’s a flash of light and then she’s gone.