April 28, 2012 9:12:35 PM EDT
G: i walk to the waiting room. "oh my god, no. what happened to him?" my eyes water.
M: "X-17 didn't take too kindly to me leaving. they're going to kill me & everyone i love. you know too much, they'll come after you. you have to leave. i couldn't bear to see harm come to you." each word is an effort.