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[forensicks]

[Walter has recorded a video message from the point of view of someone who has just come through the door into his cabin and sees Walter at his desk in the chair turned around to face the viewer. He gives a little salute-wave.]

Didn't get me. But nice try.

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[citizendetective]

Arthur? Yes, he did. He told me enough to make me pull the trigger on talking to you about this. And I'm not going to keep this from Natalie, even if we've prevented it from happening in our timeline, but I can leave the details about you out of it if you'd prefer that those stay... private.

[Two years ago, Misty would have been torn over whether or not to tell Natalie something like this. On the one hand, she would have wanted to shield and protect her from upsetting news, even if that meant lying to her about something she would likely have preferred to know; on the other hand, the opportunity to be there for her in her time of need would have been something to relish, and possibly too good to pass up. It's a weird little sort of relief how simple the decision is now. Natalie would want to know that, in some alternate timeline that they've prevented, Kevyn dies; ergo, Natalie should know, and Natalie will know.

But that isn't the only nugget of information she's focusing on here.]

Walter - are you saying you died while you were doing all this?

[forensicks]

I'm open to her knowing now that you do--or if there were the chance to tell her myself, even. Though I want to be clear that the dream was a little more supernatural than real life...

[If there's even the smallest chance that this were an alternative to participating in the system and getting a deal to reverse his crimes, he'll do it. Really it's harder to imagine that Natalie would care about, well, anything really.]

Nobody was in flagrante delicto, thank goodness, but I hadn't expected to go A.F.K. so soon... Jeffrey and I confronted Kevyn and Saracusa in a different part of the compound, and I had only come back to the welcome area where all of you were for a few minutes before the stroke started creeping up on me. That's not too strange, is it? You would have died the day after ending things with Jessica Roberts?

[Tiny spark of hope that Misty is suspicious of the timing on the barge in her own case--]