(Fearful and desperate, defensive as he is threatened by someone who is demanding answers from him) “I’m... I’m just a plumber from here in Clifford Springs. I was just doing what he said...”

(Regretful and ashamed as he tries to explain his past) “I had a little ‘problem’ a while back. Developed some nasty habits. They were, uh... causing grief in my life. The whole situation turned bad. It’s like I was starting to self-destruct. I went to see Doc Shilling and he helped me find the ‘right path’ again, I suppose you could say. Kept it on the low down, too. No one else knew. He told me that he’d keep my secret as long as I was willing to help him out in return, if he ever called upon me. And, well... it seems that day finally came.”

(Trying to explain how Doctor Shilling sounded strange and unlike himself during their last phone call) “Uh... it’s hard to explain. Sometimes when he spoke it sounded just like Doc, but then other times he would kinda drift... almost like some other guy had snatched the phone out of his hand and was talking over the top of him. At first I thought he was sick or something, but by the end I didn’t know exactly what to make of it.”