Joyce sits, waiting for him to settle too, her dark eyes fixed on his face.
"We were...in the prison," she says. "And Murray had the flame thrower and
then you were gone and..." She gulps air. "Jesus Christ, Hop, I thought you
were dead and then Will was there."
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Joyce sits, waiting for him to settle too, her dark eyes fixed on his face.
"We were...in the prison," she says. "And Murray had the flame thrower and then you were gone and..." She gulps air. "Jesus Christ, Hop, I thought you were dead and then Will was there."