✖ anxiety attack: 001 ✖
[Phone]
WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE WANT FROM ME? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?
[The hysteria is obvious, whoever is on the phone is on the verge of screaming without stopping. Sorry Mayfield, you're stuck with this one until further notice.]
I don't even have any money, wasn't trying to kill me enough? What did you do to me?
[And the sobbing has started, muffled as the receiver slips from her hand eventually the line turns to a busy signal.]
[339 Brady Lane]
[Mika is huddled in a corner with her knees pulled to her chest, rocking as she cries into the fabric of her trousers. Dragging any coherent information out of her is going to be a chore.]
WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE WANT FROM ME? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?
[The hysteria is obvious, whoever is on the phone is on the verge of screaming without stopping. Sorry Mayfield, you're stuck with this one until further notice.]
I don't even have any money, wasn't trying to kill me enough? What did you do to me?
[And the sobbing has started, muffled as the receiver slips from her hand eventually the line turns to a busy signal.]
[339 Brady Lane]
[Mika is huddled in a corner with her knees pulled to her chest, rocking as she cries into the fabric of her trousers. Dragging any coherent information out of her is going to be a chore.]