Newt, Cora, Tina, and Jacob sat in a MACUSA cell. Newt had his head in his hands, despaired about his creatures. Tina was on the verge of tears, while Cora was glaring at her as she rested her hand on Newt's thigh, attempting to calm him down.

"I am so sorry about your creatures, Cora, Mr. Scamander," said Tina.

"Miss Goldstein, I appreciate your apology, but it's been a rough hour," answered Cora.

Tina nodded, slinking back.

"Can someone please tell me what this Obscurial Obscurius thing is? Please?" pleaded Jacob.

Tina turner to Jacob. "There hasn't been one for centuries - "

"I met one in Sudan three months ago. There used to be more of them but they still exist. Before wizards went underground, when we were still being hunted by Muggles, young wizards and witches sometimes tried to suppress their magic to avoid persecution. Instead of learning to harness or to control their powers, they developed what was called an Obscurus," explained Newt.

Cora squeezed Newt's thigh. It was a sore topic, but she assumed he told Jacob and Tina about it because death would be knocking on their doors soon enough.

"It's an unstable, uncontrollable dark force that busts out and - and attacks and then vanishes... Obscurials can't survive long, can they?" asked Tina.

"There's no documented case of any Obscurial surviving past the age of ten," answered Newt. "The one I met in Africa was eight when she - she was eight when she died."

Cora gently grabbed Newt's chin with her other hand, forcing him to look her in the eyes. She offered a soft smile before leaning in to kiss his nose. He sighed, leaning into her kiss before she withdrew to pat his hair.

"I love you," she whispered.

Newt played with the ring on her left hand. "I love you."

"Sorry, but are you telling me here that Senator Shaw was killed by a - by a kid?" asked Jacob.

Newt turned his attention to Jacob, but said nothing. Cora offered Jacob a smile and nodded once.

Two executioners in white coats arrived and led a shackled Cora, Newt, and Tina to a dark basement away from the cell.

Newt looked back at Jacob. "It was good to make your acquaintance, Jacob, and I hope you get your bakery."

Jacob, scared, waved.