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[[Sharon, looking sad, on the phone with Fooker, grasping her knee to her chest.]]
Sharon: Fooker...
Fooker: Sharon, please. Before you let me have it, I really called to get your help.

[[Trent is running past Dwayne, who looks surprised.]]
Fooker: I don't want to risk having you help an escaped felon, but I need your help. Both to clear my name and to stop the real killer. I can't do that from here.

[[Wallace chases after Trent, weilding his book above his head.]]
Fooker: I don't have all the facts, but I bet I know who put me away and why. I need someone on the outside who can help, and you're my last hope.

[[Sharon looks frustrated.]]
Fooker: If you can stop hating me long enough to help...
Sharon: How about you stop talking long enough for me to say yes?
Fooker: Um... Okay... Sorry...