The head of the Bureau

In the warm, softly lit living room, Jaegar moved closer to Diana, enveloping her in a reassuring embrace. He spoke with a hint of playfulness in his voice, "Mom, you have nothing to worry about. Do you even know who I am?" he teased.

"I'm the great wizard Jaegar."

Diana sighed, a fond smile tugging at her lips as she rested her hands on his forearms. Her response carried a touch of humour, "Ah, I see, I'm in the presence of the invincible wizard Jaegar, am I?" 

Her chuckle filled the room. "Well, mighty wizard, I suppose you must protect me at all times, then."

The aunt and nephew shared a lighthearted moment, the tension of the recent encounter gradually dissipating in the warmth of their bond.

Meanwhile, just outside Jaegar's home, Francesca retraced her steps to the waiting Dodge van. 

Professor Elara, her colleague, inquired eagerly, "Did you find anything inside?"