Missouri: Sam, oh honey. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father...he's missing.
Sam: How'd u know all that?
Missouri: Well, u were just thinking it, just now.
Dean: Where is he? Is he okay?
Missouri: I don't know.
Dean: Don't know? Your supposed to be a psychic, right?
Missouri: Boy, u see me sawing some bony tramp in half?! u think I'm a magician?! I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't pull facts out of thin air.
Missouri: Don't worry about a thing, your wife's crazy about you.Whoo, poor bastard. His woman is cold-banging the gardener.
Dean: Why didn't u tell him?
Missouri: People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news.
Dean:Dad, I know I've left messages before. I don't even know if u get 'em. But I'm with Sam and we're in Lawrence and there's something in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom of not...but...I don't know what to do. So whatever you're doing, if u could get here...please. I need your help, Dad.
Missouri: u sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't.
Sam: What's happening to me?
Missouri: I know I should have all the antwoorden but...I don't know.
Missouri: Don't worry – Dean's going to clean up this mess. Well what are u waiting for, boy. Grab the mop.And don't cuss at me!
Missouri: Is that an EMF?
Dean: Yeah.
Missouri: Amateur.
Missouri: Boy, u put your foot on my coffee table, I'm going to whack u with a spoon.
Dean: I didn't do anything.
Missouri: u were thinking about it.
Missouri: u two have grown up handsome. And u were one goofy looking kid.
Sam: How'd u know all that?
Missouri: Well, u were just thinking it, just now.
Dean: Where is he? Is he okay?
Missouri: I don't know.
Dean: Don't know? Your supposed to be a psychic, right?
Missouri: Boy, u see me sawing some bony tramp in half?! u think I'm a magician?! I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't pull facts out of thin air.
Missouri: Don't worry about a thing, your wife's crazy about you.Whoo, poor bastard. His woman is cold-banging the gardener.
Dean: Why didn't u tell him?
Missouri: People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news.
Dean:Dad, I know I've left messages before. I don't even know if u get 'em. But I'm with Sam and we're in Lawrence and there's something in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom of not...but...I don't know what to do. So whatever you're doing, if u could get here...please. I need your help, Dad.
Missouri: u sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't.
Sam: What's happening to me?
Missouri: I know I should have all the antwoorden but...I don't know.
Missouri: Don't worry – Dean's going to clean up this mess. Well what are u waiting for, boy. Grab the mop.And don't cuss at me!
Missouri: Is that an EMF?
Dean: Yeah.
Missouri: Amateur.
Missouri: Boy, u put your foot on my coffee table, I'm going to whack u with a spoon.
Dean: I didn't do anything.
Missouri: u were thinking about it.
Missouri: u two have grown up handsome. And u were one goofy looking kid.
Gerard got home pagina from his work. He hung his jas on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, writing something.
“Eh, what are u doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a seconde later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are u doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a seconde later she heard a snap.