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Hey, honey, it's me.

I just wanted to let you know

I'm done with my physical,
and I'm back at work.

Doctor said I look good.

Although,
I must be getting older.

She said she wants me to start
doing an annual mammogram.

Really?
You never done one of those?

It's cute.

Getting old is a bitch.

(laughs)

(elevator bell dings)

(girl shrieking,
overlapping shouting)

There she is.

I was wondering
when you were going to show up.

I'm sorry.

Do I know you?

Of course you do.

You've worked for me for years.

It's me, Manuel.

District Attorney Devalos.

Duck!

You're out of there!

You like office dodge ball?

'Cause I'm picking you
for my team.

I pick Allison!

So, what do you think?

Of what?

Of this.

It's the ultimate
wish fulfillment.

You're anxious
about getting older,

so you dream
you're a child again.

No mammogram for you,
no colonoscopy for me.

Oh, and check out
the hairline.

So, wait.

This is a dream?

And I'm dreaming it
just to feel better?

Hey, that's what dreams are for.

To make you feel good.

You know what?
You're right.

I think I'd
forgotten.

Dreams should be fun.

They should make you feel good.

(whistle blows)

So this is how
you use your gift?

Are you talking to me?

This dream--

it's so... frivolous.

Frivolous?

Well, I don't know.

It does make me feel good.

It is fun.

I mean, that's what dreams
are for, right?

To make you feel good?

How can you be so preoccupied
with feeling good

when life is so bad?

Wait a second.

Is it?

Is life so bad?

It is for me.

(gasps)

(sighs)

Hey, you, you okay over there?

Huh? Yeah. Yeah. No.

I'm fine. I just...
I had a bad dream.

Well, don't worry, dear.

I'm right here beside you.

(sighs)
Not.

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(sighs)

Hey.

Hi, Joe.

I remember you.

I'm glad that somebody
knows who I am.

I am so tired, I got in
the car to drive home,

and I actually had to stop

and think for a minute
where we lived.

Oh.

It's not
even 5:30.

What are you
doing up?

Paying bills.

Had a bad dream.

Couldn't sleep.

Kind of lonely in there.

Well, I'm home now.

Mm.

For four whole hours almost.

I have to be back
at the office by 9:00.

What is with all
these crazy hours?

Isn't Keith a one-man band?

Isn't he the guy
who doesn't need anybody's help?

Yeah, that was yesterday.

This is today.

Today, I think that the genius
may have finally met his match.

Burroughs-Strauss
sold the government

a new high-tech drone.

But it doesn't work
without a new, lighter fuel.

Unfortunately,
this new, lighter fuel

has yet to be invented.

That was supposed
to be Keith's job

and so far, Keith
has come up empty.

So, now he needs
his seven dwarfs.

Well, I can't speak
for the other six guys,

but he sure is leaning
on Sleepy here... a lot.

(siren whoops)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Glad you're here.

Maybe you can
make sense of this.

DEVALOS:
Well, I'll do my best.

But tell me something,
there's a coroner's van

full of people sitting out
in front of this house.

How about we invite them in
to do their work?

It's okay.
Let them drink their coffee.

I think you need
to see this first.

ALLISON:
What a mess.

SCANLON:
Tell me about it.

He, they, them-- busted in
through that window.

Somehow managed to turn off
the burglar alarm.

Then, uh,
did whatever it is

they were trying
to do in here.

I'm going to need you
to put on some fresh booties.

(TV playing)

I don't understand, Lee.
Where are you taking us?

This all looks pristine.

Are you sure they even came
this far into the house?

Pretty sure, yeah.

Help me out here, Lee.
What are we looking at?

You're looking
at the Prescotts.

Martin,
a research chemist.

Irene,
stay-at-home mom.

Jason and Emily,

a couple of well-liked
honor roll students.

I don't get it.

Why are they
just sitting there?

Are they real?

Real dead. Yeah.

What the hell
happened here, Lee?

Well, I can only tell you
what I know,

and that's not much.

There are injection marks
on all of their necks.

We're thinking that
the killer or killers

crept in while the family slept
and incapacitated them

one by one with some kind
of fast-acting poison.

Then he drained their blood.

Drained their blood?
Then he dressed them

or, uh, redressed them,

and then
he posed them here.

Like this.

I'm sorry, you're
telling me that there's

four bodies' worth of blood
somewhere in this house?

Actually, no.
We couldn't find

a single drop of blood
in the entire place.

That doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, it does if he took
the blood with him.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

What's going on?

Uh, well, nobody
quite knows what to do.

About what?
He told us

to meet him in his
office at 9:00

and it's six minutes
past 9:00.

Come on. Let's go on...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

You might want
to take a peek inside

before you go
charging in.

All right, well, I guess
we've got to wake him up.

Uh, no, thank you.

I've seen
The Hurt Locker.

I know how this ends.

Brian, you're
being ridiculous.

Come on.
We're under a deadline.

He's under a deadline.

He'd want us
to wake him up.

We're talking
about Keith here.

This guy was
eccentric before

he couldn't turn
water into wine.

Now that he's under
all this pressure
with this fuel project,

he's downright
certifiable.
Come on.

You want to go in there
and wake him up, go ahead.

Me? I'm staying right here
outside the blast zone.

Okay.
Besides, you bring
him back to life,

he may want us all
to do some actual work.

God forbid.
Joe, that's not
what I signed on for.

That's not what any
of us signed on for.

(slamming)

Keith, it's 9:00.

Keith?

Hello?

It's time to wake up!

(touch-tone dialing)

(phone ringing)

Yes?
Good morning.

This is your wake-up call.

Wake-up call?
What are you...

What are you talking about?
I'm not asleep.

I-I'm in the middle
of a solution here...

How long have you
been sitting there?

Just a couple of minutes.

Uh, don't, uh, take offense,

but you look like hell.

Do you want to just go home,

shower up a little bit?
Take a moment.

I can keep things
moving along here.

There's, there's,
there's no time.

(sighs)
Plus, I'm fine.

I just, I just need
to find a clear channel.

Excuse me?

A clear channel.

Look, the brain is an amazing
piece of engineering.

It's a freakin'
phenomenal synthesis

of chemistry and electronics,

and sometimes the chemistry
is a little bit off

or the electronics
aren't firing correctly,

and I think that that's
what's going on right now.

Okay.
'Cause I can,

I can see the solution
to this thing.

It's-it's-it's basically
just constructing something,

but with fewer molecules.

And I know how to do that,
but every time I try, it's...

I just can't get
a clear channel.

It's-it's like I can't get
the picture right

inside of my brain.

Okay, well, there's a, uh,

whole bunch of people
waiting outside your door

who'd love to help you
with that.

You mean "the clods"?

They're not clods.

They want to help.

They're operating
on little or no sleep, too.

They know you're smarter
than they are.

We all know
you're smarter than we are.

We just want you to tell us
what you need.

I need them
to stop trying

to do as little as possible
for as much reward as possible.

I need everyone
to open their minds

to unexplored possibilities.

Okay, well, why don't
we get them in here

and get them going on that?

(groans)

Come on in.

Okay...

Good morning, clods.

I'm still drowning.

Anyone have a life preserver?

What a shock.

Well, it's not
a life preserver,

but I was working on something
last night and, um,

I looked at it again this
morning, and I think it...

I think it's
pretty good.

I know the solvent issue
has been hanging us up.

Um, I think the problem might be
there are too many hexanes.

Your channel isn't clear either,
my friend.

This will not work.

You haven't even read it.

I think it's pretty good.

Well, your thinking is flawed.

Okay? I've already tried it.
It won't work.

Moving on. Uh...

How about you, guy?

Uh, do you have
anything new for me?

Do you have anything old for me?

Riddle me this:

What exactly do you do here
at this company

besides consume time and space?

Uh, with all due respect,
I put in 17 hours yesterday

and just got back
from a four-hour break.

Time... and space.

Go home.

Excuse me?

Go home.

It's people like you

that make it hard for me
to get a clear channel.

You're using up all the air.

What, are you firing me?

Well, I don't really
have a choice.

Killing you is against the law.

Whoa, Keith. Hey!

Go home!

Get! Be gone!

Go!
With pleasure.

Now, I hope

that you people were paying,
uh, close attention

to what just
happened there, okay?

There will be
no free rides anymore.

You will help me.

Now, this guy--

this guy gets to go home
and be fired!

For the rest of you,
go back to your offices

and figure out a way
to help me.

Figure out a way to help me!

So, Keith just fired him?

It's like he snapped.

Actually, you know, I think,

I think maybe he snapped
before any of us

even got into work this morning.

He was talking about
keeping a "clear channel."

But then he chose Brian
to go postal on.

I mean, it's really kind of
scary how unhinged he got.

What is Brian
going to do now?

Well, he's got 16 months
left on his contract.

I think he's going
to sit at home.

Do nothing.

Cash his checks.

Well, of course,
before yesterday all he did

was sit at work and do nothing
and cash his checks.

Well, at least now he's
got an easier commute.

It's just nobody should be
humiliated like that

in front of their
colleagues.

The irony was,
the whole day was a waste.

Nobody did any work.

Everybody's walking around
on eggshells

with a pit in their stomach.

Still, you know, as nuts

as Keith got, I still feel
kind of sorry for him.

I don't think he's ever

stared down the mouth
of failure before.

Girls, your dessert's ready!

You want chocolate?
Nah.

Where's Ariel?
Ariel?

You're not going
to see that girl again.

She's on her new cell phone,

texting everyone
she knows about the prom.

Like what they're wearing

and who they're
going with. Yup...

That girl's gone.

Mommy, there's
a light in the TV.

Is that good?

Yeah.

BRIDGETTE:
Mom?

Aren't you going to sit?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Hey, um, guys, do me a favor.
Scoot over.

But, Mommy, you always sit
in the middle.

Yeah... change is good.

You know?

A little change is good.

Well, that was
pretty awesome.

I mean, I never thought
I'd get to save someone

in lifeguard training.

And, um, let me see...

Oh, I rushed for 680 yards this
past season on the JV squad,

which is way better
than that guy.

And... I just put
some pretty pimp rims

on my '02 Mazda Protégé.

ARIEL:
But can you dance?

Um, excuse me?

I want to know if you can dance.

I mean, you're pretty and all
and that's great,

but this is the prom
we're talking about.

If you want to be my date,
I need to know that

you're not going to embarrass me
on the dance floor.

Okay.

Yeah, uh, I think I can dance.

Show me.

Now?

By myself?
Look...

Number Four,
if you don't want to,

I'm sure that
one of your competitors

would love to show me
what he's got.

No, no-no-no,
it's cool.

I'll dance.

* *

(clicks radio off)

Uh...

Is that what
you had in mind,

'cause I also know
a little ballroom.

No, it's, uh, it's fine.

You can get back in line.
I'll let you know.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

These are closed auditions.

You're really
not supposed to be in here.

So this is how
you use your gift?

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Look, I'm having
a really cool dream.

And I know that you popped
into my head for a reason,

but... whatever it is,
do you think it could wait?

(chuckles)

I'm sorry.
I don't think so.

(gunshot)

(screaming, crying)

Ariel!

Ariel, what's wrong?
(sobbing)

Shh...

Honey, honey, honey,
what's wrong?

(sobbing):
This girl...

I never saw her before.

She popped up
in my dream...

and she killed herself.

She put a gun in her mouth
and blew her brains out.

Oh, honey.

She seemed so angry at me.

She asked me if this
is how I used my gift.

What did she say?

BRIDGETTE (screaming): No!
MARIE: Mommy!

Girls, what's going on?

What's wrong?

(sobbing):
I was having this great dream.

It was snowing
right here in Phoenix.

And they called off
the schools.

And everybody was

going down to the frozen lake
to ice skate.

And it was so much fun.

But then, this older girl
showed up.

She looked at me
and she said,

"Is this how
you use your gift?"

And then she just
started walking,

walking right out
into the middle of the ice.

And everybody
kept yelling at her,

'cause the ice was too thin.

But she just kept walking
until it cracked.

(sobs)

Then she fell in.

She just fell in.
She was gone.

This girl-- she didn't
have black hair, did she?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I, uh,
I dreamt about her, too.

JOE:
Whoa, well,
wait a second.

Is that even possible?

It has to be.

I just dreamt
about her, too.

ALLISON (whispering):
I don't know. I don't get it.

Why are Ariel
and Bridgette

dreaming about this
young girl killing herself?

I mean, I dreamt
about her last night,

but it's not like
I told them about it.

Al, you're all... you're apples
from the same tree.

Maybe...

Maybe they sensed
what you'd seen.

I don't know.
I don't understand.

Who is this girl?

Why is she so angry with us?

Al, for all we know,
she's nobody.

You've never seen
her before.

The girls have
never seen her before.

Maybe she's not
even a real person.

Okay, forget I said that.

Listen, Al,

I'm coming off
an all-nighter.

I beg you... can we throw
a flag on the play

and resume this conversation
in the morning?

Begging is good.

This begging works.

(door creaks open)

MAN (whispering):
Jennifer?

You still awake?

Yeah, I guess so.

You doing okay?

I mean, uh, this being
your first night and all, I...

I figured you might be nervous.

No, I'm okay.

My wife was telling me
that this is, what--

your third foster home?

Well, I want you to know,

I'm determined
to make it your last.

If anybody bothers you
at your new school,

you tell me.

If my missus starts
to lose her temper with you,

now, you tell me.

I mean, if you want anything...

You need anything...

You tell me.

Does that sound good?

Good.

I'm glad.

So, listen,

if I'm gonna be
looking out for you,

making sure
you're happy,

I-I need you
to look out for me...

...make sure
I'm happy.

You got that, right?

(screams)

Ooh.

Yes, I'm looking for information

on a Jennifer.

Sorry, I don't have a last name.

She's around 16
to 18 years of age,

but that's just a guess.

What do you mean
there's nothing you can tell me?

I told you I'm with
the district attorney's office.

No, I don't have a subpoena.

Well, fine, I'll get a subpoena.

(knocking)

What is this?

Who took this?
Is, is this ours?

Is this a crime
scene photograph?

Not the way
that you mean it, no.

This came to us
through the offices

of the Arizona Observer.

Apparently,
our killers took pictures

and wanted to share them
with the Observer's readers.

This will be on the front page
of the newspaper tonight

and I'm sure
it will make its way

onto all the evening newscasts.

And this message--
"More to come"--

it's written in
blood, isn't it?

It's their blood--
the Prescotts.

According to the lab,
each letter can be matched

to a different member
of the family.

But that aside, the photo
and the envelope it came in

were as clean as the room
where we found the family--

no prints, no fibers, no DNA.

Meaning we're exactly
where we were yesterday,

only now we're poised
to have a citywide panic

and we know
that whoever did this

is planning on doing it again.

(knocking on door)

KEITH:
Yeah.

Keith, did you have
the locks...?

Mr. Burroughs.
Joe.

Forgive me, sir, I didn't
realize you were in here.

I didn't realize
anyone was in here.

No, i-it's all right.

Are you having a problem
with something?

No, it's, it's...
I-I don't know, it's...

It'll wait till you
two are finished.

No, it's okay.

If you have a problem,
just spit it out.

No, it's, it's not
a big deal, really.

It's just, uh,

uh, I just got back from lunch
and my office is locked.

My key doesn't work.

So, I just talked to Jason.

He said that he saw
a maintenance guy
changing the locks,

and when he asked
him about it

he said that, uh,
you told him to do it.

That's right. I did.

I can't have you
in there anymore.

Excuse me?

I can't have you sitting
in there.

You may just want to stay home.

Really? Why is that?

Oh, uh, I noticed when I came in
very early this morning that,

that the ideas were flowing
very freely, very easily.

And, uh, and then
when you came in,

there's something about
you being in that office that...

oh, everything just started
getting backed up.

But then when you
went to lunch...

The flow came back?

It did, yeah.

I see.

So you think I'm-I'm...

constipating your thinking?

I don't think. I know.

This is a problem
that's easily solvable.

We'll just find
Mr. Dubois here

an office that doesn't...
interfere with your flow.

At least until
this project is done.

Super.
Super.

Well, you look like
you're making progress here,

so maybe I'll just take Joe

and we'll go on
a little office hunt.

Sounds good.

Sound good?
It sounds good.

All right.

Listen. Don't worry,

I'll get maintenance
back down here in a jiffy

to fix that lock, okay?

Well, wait a second.

What the hell was
that all about?

Hey, the man thought you
were screwing with his flow.

What do you want me to do?

I need him.
I need that flow.

It was surreal
how Burroughs just sat there

coddling Keith like he's some
sort of spoiled child.

Well, it sounds like
Burroughs is determined

to have Keith finish what he's
doing, no matter what it takes.

I know, but now I spend
my day sneaking in and out
of my office,

living in fear that Keith
is going to walk by

and realize I'm still
sitting in there

interfering with
his clear channel.

(chuckles)
Stopping up his flow.

I'm a grown man.

I feel ridiculous.

(phone ringing)

If that's Keith, tell him
I'm not leaving town.

I don't care how constipated
his brain gets.

Hello.

Oh, no.

Yeah, of course.

Text me the address.

What's going on?
Who was that?

It was Devalos.

They found another family.

Same thing, they're all dead.

Blood's gone,
posed for pictures.

He wants me

to go take a look.

(garbled radio transmission)

SCANLON:
You're looking
at the Andersons.

An hour and a half ago,
the lady across the street

saw a strange white van
in the driveway.

She called 911.

Patrolman was here
within ten minutes.

He found the family in here.

No mess in the kitchen
this time.

No blood again either.

Hard to figure out how
they get it out of the bodies

without even a trace of it
appearing anywhere in the house.

But anyway, we're guessing
the killer or killers

just bolted as soon they heard
the squad car roll up.

Yeah, want to come
over here?

(gasps)

Stop him! He's getting away!

Stop him!

(muffled yelling)

Turn him around.

Let me see his face.

They processed her.

Brought her down
for questioning.

Do we know anything yet?

Well, we know her name.

Jennifer Whitten.

We know that she's
17 years old.

We know she turns 18 tomorrow.

And we know she's homeless.

Turns out she's a ward
of the state.

Or at least she's
supposed to be.

She and her parents were
in a tragic car accident
two years ago.

She survived;
they didn't.

Since then, she's cycled
through three foster homes

before she ran away,
took to the streets.

Think I already knew that.

Excuse me?

I dreamt about her
the other night.

I couldn't
figure out why.

I still can't.

Well, let's see
what we can find out.

So you can't tell me why
you were in that house tonight?

No, that's not what I said.

I said I won't tell you
why I was in that house tonight.

Have you seen
those people before?

That's the Prescott family.
They were killed two nights ago.

Drained of their blood.
Posed.

Just like the family whose house
we found you in tonight.

This ringing
any bells for you?

I'm sorry. I don't know
what to tell you.

I've never seen
these people

before in my life.

SCANLON:
You're sure about that?

Hey.

(applause)
Thank you.

Thank you very much.
Thank you so much.

(gasps)

(screaming)

JENNIFER:
You know what?
I'm going to have you arrested.

(chuckles)
You're going to what?

You heard me.

I may be poor; I may be only 17,

but I've seen enough television
to be pretty aware of my rights.

I want a public defender.

And I'm not answering any more
questions until you get me one.

(sighs)

Thoughts?

SCANLON:
Young, female, destitute--

she doesn't exactly
fit the profile of a
serial killer, does she?

DEVALOS:
No, she does not.

And then there's all those
pesky unanswered questions

like where's the murder weapon?

What did she do
with all the blood?

Where's the camera she used
to take pictures of her victims

once she
posed them?

She's lying, by the way.

I saw that when she
was talking to you.

She was there, standing inside
the first victims' house--

the Prescotts.

She lied when she said
she'd never seen them before.

You sure about this?

Well...

then I guess I send Forensics
back to the Prescotts

with a fine-tooth comb.

Hopefully they can find
something, anything

that connects Miss Whitten
to that scene as well.

Because even though
we found her

hiding
in the Andersons' home,

the truth is, while we have
a hell of a case against her

for breaking and entering,

there's no evidence whatsoever

that ties her
to these murders.

I don't know
about the two of you,

but I need some sleep.

(phone ringing)

WOMAN:
Burroughs and Strauss.

(phone ringing)

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Mr. Burroughs...

I was just...

I was just trying
to get back to my office

before Keith saw me.

I wouldn't worry
about it.

Keith's not here today.

Oh, you're kidding?

Oh, well, that's fantastic.

Well, I'm glad somebody's happy
about it.

(footsteps falling)

(beeps)

(pings)

(pings)

(beeps)

(pings)

(pings)

(gasps)

BOY:
Jenn?

You up?

I...

found this.

Somebody took, like, two bites
and chucked it.

Nicky, what if I told you

I know a place where we could
get some real food?

(dog barks in distance)

I don't know
about this, Jenn.

This is a nice place.

Even the mailbox is nice.

They gotta have
an alarm, right?

It doesn't matter.

I'll just bust a window
or something.

It won't go off.

What?

I'm telling you it's
not a problem, okay?

So just keep watch

and, uh, stay
here, okay?

(dog barks in distance)

(music playing on TV)

ANNOUNCER:
David...

Dave Letterman!

(band plays flourish)

(audience cheering)

Hey!

Thank you!

Thank you very much.

Thank you so much.

(gasps)

(screams)

(gasping)

(buzzer sounds)

(door bolt clanks)

ALLISON:
You dream things,
don't you?

That's how you knew
how to get into those houses.

You saw him do it.

You saw him disable
those alarm systems.

That's how you knew it was safe.

You were looking for food,
weren't you?

Tell me I'm wrong.

I'm not telling you anything.

My lawyer said
I don't have to speak

to anyone without him around,

so that's what I'm gonna do:
not speak.

Okay.

Then I'll do the talking.

I know something about this.

I dream things, too.

Except in my dreams...

they usually come to me from
people who are already dead.

They want to show me something.

But your dreams seem to come
from someone who's alive.

It's as if you're
seeing things

through their eyes.

(siren wails in distance)

What?!

The fact that this person
is on a deadly rampage

slaughtering whole families,
it doesn't matter to you?

People die every day.

What? The fact that they're
families makes it worse?

A family is just a thing
that you're part of,

and then you're not.

What do you want from me?

I want you to tell me
what you see.

I see a lady who won't take no
for an answer.

If you change your mind...

I'm gonna give you my card

and my home
phone number.

If you change your mind.

I won't.

(door latch rattles)

(knocking)

Joe, you in there?
It's Dan Burroughs.

Oh, yeah! Sorry.

Hi, Mr. Burroughs.

You haven't seen Keith,
have you?

Me? Uh, uh, no, no.

I've been trying
to avoid him, actually.

Something wrong?

Well, he's

sort of gone MIA, disappeared.

We're guessing
he's gone off his meds.

His meds?

Keith is on medication?

He's supposed to be,

but now he's gone out of touch,
isn't here.

Doesn't seem to be at home.

He's supposed to co-lead
a presentation

for the Department of Defense
on this biofuels

project tomorrow.

Wow.
Yeah,

wow. What's
your tomorrow look like?

Do you have a suit?

(chuckles)

Mr. Burroughs,

I consider myself
a pretty smart man,

but I'm not a mind-reader.

Keith kept most of his work

on this project pretty close
to the vest.

I wish I could help you out.

I'll send you home
with everything you need:

all the studies, all the trials.

Anything you don't
understand,

my lab guys will explain
to you in the morning.

By 2:30 tomorrow afternoon,
I'm wagering you'll be

the second-smartest guy
in the country

on the subject
of ultralight biofuels.

Or at least you'll seem
like the second-smartest guy.

I appreciate this.

(door opens)

DEVALOS:
They just released her.

I'm sorry?

Jennifer Whitten.
They just released her.

I thought you'd like to know.

But I-I just saw her
this morning.

I thought we were holding her
in protective custody.

She's a minor.
She doesn't have any parents.

They can't just...

She turned 18 today.

That, coupled with the fact

that we can't find even a trace
of Miss Whitten's DNA

at the original crime scene

means we just can't hold her
any longer.

They've got her
on breaking and entering,

but the court isn't gonna
hear that

until three months from now,

so her public defender filed
a motion on her behalf and...

Look,

I know you think she knows more
than she's admitting,

but there's nothing I can do.

She's back on the street.

I'm sorry.

(tires squeal)

(gate creaks)

(gasps)

(panting)

(car approaching)

(phone rings)

(Joe groans)

Oh, no.

Hello?

Jennifer, is that you?

Are you all right?

What's going on?

Are you in a public place?

I know where that is.

Stay where there are people.

I'll come and get you.

Coming to get who?

Who are you coming to get?

Or leaving to get?

Allison?!

That's all right.

You'll tell me
when you get back.

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