One of our associated hospitals is reporting similar symptoms that you have just returned from investigating, along with one straight up death. The dead man wasn't turned, so far as anyone's been able to tell, which means the matter was not survived at all.

[Alucard is careful as he folds the letter back up and he places it in the upper right part of the blotter that dominates his desk. His hand is already back on the phone, Agatha's number committed to memory. He doesn't dial, not yet, but she has to be kept in the loop about this. Whatever's causing this, it's for everyone to be aware of and updated about.]

There's too many potential origins for this, and we have to narrow it down as quickly as possible. This [he gestures to the letter] is an acceptable timeline, and I would deserve any retribution for failure if this cannot be taken care of within a month.

[He's too formal, too stiff, too composed at the moment.]

Let me call Agatha now and inform her that the matter is not isolated. She needs to know, and the more I keep her in the loop of this investigation, the better for everyone's well being.

[Finally, the vampire looks, really looks at Trevor. He's worn. That isn't the Belmont he needs right now, tired and worn thin.]

Do you need me to complete this initial round of examination alone?