“-I didn’t steal anything, if that’s what you’re implying. Although I admit that this one item confounded me. Just another of your tools of spy craft, I imagine. A sinister communication device? Some kind of devious encoder? -Wow. I really got to you, didn’t I, Walter? Did you ever consider that perhaps it’s because you enjoyed having me around?”
“-I wasn’t even supposed to be in town. I was heading down to Dallas. Selling my company to my scumbag partner, who for six years has made my life a living hell. Today was gonna be the day that I started over. New beginning. But I had a water bottle in my carry-on. By the time the damn TSA was done with me, I missed my flight. -Besides his description, is there anything else that you can tell us? Anything that you remember? -He, he had this weird rod. It was blue. And he’d look into it like he was some kind of fortune teller. He said I was gonna have a car accident, and I was gonna end up like this. -So this guy predicted what would happen? -Not exactly, but I guess exactly doesn’t really matter now.”
