Alan Blunt got in touch with me and asked me to put you up here for the rest of the week, to pretend that you're my son. I have to say, you don't look anything like me." "I don't look anything like myself either," Alex said.
He died fighting for what he believed in.
You must do what you want.
We're meant to be friends but you never tell me anything.
Some things can't be changed. They'll always happen the way they were supposed to.
The CIA agent looked more dead than alive. Alex wondered if he had been hit, but there was no sign of any blood. Perhaps he was in shock.