[ew, Alex Jones. That seems to snap him out of it, at least. Michael takes a deep breath and lets out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair.]

Okay. Yeah. No. We can't... [Another sigh.] We can't jump to conclusions, but we also can't rule anything out just yet.

[He leans his head back, absently looking up at the evil clown in the sky, which is not a sentence anybody can say comfortably.]

What we need is hard data. Nothing about this makes sense, and the only thing I hate more than being confused is being compared to that ... brainless, raging radish. [He gives Kara a plaintive look.] By the way, please never do that again. That ... that killed part of my soul, I think. I felt it die. [taps at his heart.]