A town in danger.

Moon's whispered land in the secretary's ears successfully. President Finch told those that were trying to open the door to back off. He did not like Ceasar's means but the lunatic was about to get answers. 

This matter was related to national security, so it was best not to interfere for now. 

"You know about the mist?" Secretary Ceaser asked Moon. His hand fell from Pastor Salem's throat, and he drifted slowly towards Moon, drawn in by the weight of her words. He slammed his hands on the desk and leaned towards her. "Talk now." 

Moon locked eyes with the secretary, frozen. Terror and astonishment warred across her face. "Have any meteorites fallen from the sky? The mist came with the meteorites?" Then she lowered her voice and looked at her hands. "How can it be here already? It doesn't make sense; something must be wrong. It is not how it is supposed to go. I know the order of all the natural disasters."