A Confusion Carol It's snowing. A levitating experimentee approaches Boss, smoking a cigar at an outdoor desk in the cordoned off region of streets.
Experimentee: "Mind Control Boss, I am the Ghost Of Confusion Past." Boss [rustling snow-covered papers]: "Be confused. Be very confused. I have important murders to deny. You have business elsewhere you must attend to." Experimentee: "Come with me. There are things you must see."