Paramilitary goons are looking for us. We don't have a whole lot of time, so I'll make this brief.
Penny's with me. She's preparing a transcript of me finding her. She insists I don't just fucking tell you, because she likes her transcripts. Whatever. It doesn't matter.
I'll say two things before I shut down this laptop and we get the fuck out of here: One, the others found Tara, and we're working on a rendezvous, preferably somewhere neutral where Ace's goons won't find us.
Two, the thing that came out of King?
We're going to have to kill it.