[Return Voicemail]
"Michael, it's Matilda. I can be there in an hour, if that's not too inconvenient. And..." [a long sigh] "I might as well tell you what happened now, no sense in putting it off any longer. I should've told you last night, but I was too shell-shocked to think properly, I suppose. Anyway. Last night someone - CORE, most likely - blew up my flat. I'm not hurt, it happened while I was out, but they undoubtedly meant to kill me. If not for pure happenstance, they would have. I don't know much more than that, I'm afraid. The police seem to think that it was an accident - from what I gathered, they can't find any evidence of a bomb or some other kind of explosive device. Whoever did this was very good.
Well. That's all for now, I suppose. I've got to finish a bit of shopping before I come to the castle, but I'll be there soon. Thanks, Michael."