Flynn paused, their eyes meeting. Almost in a trance, he reached down, rolling his shirt sleeve up, exposing a long scar. "I got this protecting you..and this." He reached down, gently lifting Lance's jewelry. "I got this from your brother and gave it to you. Your name is Samantha. You used to work at a crappy restaurant, which you were fired from." He paused, this was going to make her hate him forever. Having to regain her trust once, was almost impossible. Twice, wasn't possible. But it had to be done, he had to take the risk, if he was going to help her. "You have a picture in your living room. You, your mom, and brother, Lance, are sitting on a park bench laughing and eating ice cream. You were only thirteen years old when,,..Silence killed your brother and indirectly, your mother. You hated me for months, because you found out..that I was silence."