<strong>Robert Long</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:Police station<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:Everyone, open<br/><hr/><br/>Looking at Al when he made his joke, "Dude... Now's not the time with your morbid jokes..." Robert didn't miss the comment of seven lives left. "Where's your cat," he asked a little nervous. He knew that Al didn't go far without that kitten.<br/><br/>Glaring at Al when he was told to stay calm, Robert nodded, taking a long breath before letting it out, "Yeah... You're right bud. Just way to much in to short a time."<br/><br/>"Dreams... Yeah you can say it started with dreams," Robert nearly yelled, "But tell me... Who ever the hell you are... Does this look like a dream," he said pulling up his shirt to show the cuts and scratches. "I don't know you mister so don't act like you are trying to be my friend. Just tell me what the hell happened."<br/><br/>Taking another long breath to stay calm, "What do you mean our parents were just spies? Where are our real parents if they were spies?" Shaking his head, "Great... I'll be arrested for killing people that hardly knew I was alive... Just perfect... So what's next?"