[Shaun's expression is still angry, but he believes the disbelief on Norman's face.]

Right after he rescued me. He said he had to put me down so he could open the door, and then...and then...

[His voice tightens up again, and he has to blink away tears. Even though it's been three months, he still remembers the safe feeling of being carried in his father's arms. The metallic screech of the warehouse door opening. The thrum of the helicopter blades, and the man with the beard ordering them to fire.

The blood somehow still soaked into his clothes, even with as wet as he already was.]

They just started shooting him... And he wouldn't get up.