You know what I meant. [ The back of his head hits the cushioned headrest. His nostrils flare and draws in a deep inhale, chest swelling up before Murphy exhales audibly. ]

I am going through some kind of crisis right now [ , Murphy grumbles. ] I'm glad you've looked into this but you haven't with me. And I mean this me, the me sitting in your car.

[ In his mind, streaming like a movie, are his last moments of where he had come from. At what point did he blip out of existence in one place and manifest in another. ] No, I don't believe in God. I don't want to believe any of this shit either. And you didn't answer my other question. How are you going to tell him that I'm here? Again, apparently.