9x-xx-xx 12 Natural Causes

You got a letter from your son? Yeah.

Jared, I was going to tell you. Oh, hey, I mean, it's not like we're married. He's with my husband. I haven't heard from him since I lived. Well, how did he find you? My mother.

She's been keeping in touch and letting me know how Jared was doing. Look. You hear this? So big. He needs a heat gun. Oh, he's cute. He's got your eyes. That's me, wish he was something.

Maddie says it's okay to cry. I can't help but another room! Get it yourself! Just shut out, Mike! How old is he? He tuned out. That's a man. Hey look, Karen, I'm sorry. What's that, you joking?

Are you crying? No. What have you done to your brain? It wasn't him. I heard the letter from my boy. Jared. Yeah. Do you want to see a picture? Oh, he's cool. Radical here. Yeah.

He's lucky I'm not there to make him cut it. Oh, is it? Thanks, coming in. I have a paper in it. You should get rid of that piece of junk. And spend hundreds of dollars for a new one.

It's for you, Thompson. Oh, finally. It must be from Kessler's. Huh. That's weird. What? A faxed head office about Helen, and this says they have no record of any Helen Schrader. But I know she would then.

Exactly. Now I really want to get into that station. There you go, one farmer special with Ronnie Eggs. Well it's good. Thanks Karen. What time does Marta get in? Anytime now. Speck of the devil.

More than an angel. You want to talk to me Simon? What is the few questions? You might ask him over breakfast. If it's okay with you. Well, I'm vile, wait. So, what were you doing at the station yesterday morning?