Father: *waking* Mac, where is Mother.
Mac: She...I don't know.
Father/Moppet: *leaping up, grabs Mac's shouloders, slamming him against the wall* Where. Is. Christy.
Mac: Ack! She...
Moppet: What have you done to her.
Mac: I kanne speak when you won't let me.
Moppet: Shut up. No, tell me. TELL ME!
Mac: I am tryin'! Listen, Moppet...You are gunna have to sit down.
Father/Moppet: *does*
Mac: We were at sea...me, her, three crewmen. Christy was on an undercover mission.
Father: Where.
Mac: At sea. I just told ye. There was fog...
Father: Go on