Missouri: Sam, oh honey. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father...he's missing.
Sam: How'd wewe know all that?
Missouri: Well, wewe 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, wewe see me sawing some bony tramp in half?! wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe 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 au not...but...I don't know what to do. So whatever you're doing, if wewe could get here...please. I need your help, Dad.
Missouri: wewe 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 majibu but...I don't know.
Missouri: Don't worry – Dean's going to clean up this mess. Well what are wewe waiting for, boy. Grab the mop.And don't cuss at me!
Missouri: Is that an EMF?
Dean: Yeah.
Missouri: Amateur.
Missouri: Boy, wewe put your foot on my coffee table, I'm going to whack wewe with a spoon.
Dean: I didn't do anything.
Missouri: wewe were thinking about it.
Missouri: wewe two have grown up handsome. And wewe were one goofy looking kid.
Sam: How'd wewe know all that?
Missouri: Well, wewe 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, wewe see me sawing some bony tramp in half?! wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe 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 au not...but...I don't know what to do. So whatever you're doing, if wewe could get here...please. I need your help, Dad.
Missouri: wewe 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 majibu but...I don't know.
Missouri: Don't worry – Dean's going to clean up this mess. Well what are wewe waiting for, boy. Grab the mop.And don't cuss at me!
Missouri: Is that an EMF?
Dean: Yeah.
Missouri: Amateur.
Missouri: Boy, wewe put your foot on my coffee table, I'm going to whack wewe with a spoon.
Dean: I didn't do anything.
Missouri: wewe were thinking about it.
Missouri: wewe two have grown up handsome. And wewe were one goofy looking kid.
Gerard got nyumbani from his work. He hung his kanzu, koti on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, uandishi something.
“Eh, what are wewe doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m uandishi 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 sekunde later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are wewe doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m uandishi 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 sekunde later she heard a snap.
