Disclaimer: I think I own everything in this chappie, BUT I do NOT own Harry Potter. My spell check thinks chappie should be crappie. Like the fish. OK, I'll stop.
A rescue worker shrunk back at the sight of the two crushed bodies. He swallowed once or twice, then leaned forward for a better look. Upon close inspection, he found one of the bodies to be that of Ethan Woods, the lawyer with his picture in all those ads on the buses. The other was a black-haired woman he did not recognize, though he had only recently moved out of this now-ruined building himself.
Noticing a wallet sticking out of her pocket, he pulled it out. However, the driver's license inside was that of one Lana Bramham, a blonde, blue-eyed woman who looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps she'd lived in the building when he had? He sighed, then radioed a nearby police officer to help deal with the discrepancy.
I'm going to miss this story. I've become rather attached to it. If anyone still has no idea how it all fits together, let me know and I'll post a more chronological explanation.