Heather, relax. Look at me--I promised you I would never think you were crazy, and I don't. Not now, not ever.

[His voice was deadly serious despite his ashen complexion, hands on her shoulders.]

But I spent three days being followed by my dead sister's voice waiting for her to stick a knife in my back just like I keep dreaming she will.

[Otacon sighed, lack of sleep over the past week starting to show clearly on his face.]

Please, Heather...I was worried sick about you, Liquid freaked out and ran off, I don't know what to do anymore...