| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 100% | In the middle of nowhere, a prosthesis and in the air I ran away. They were after me. Now I'm back with new identity, a new face, new history. No one knows me, I live in secrecy. | ▶️ |
| 100% | I ran in ecstasy towards the ice cream van. | ▶️ |
| 99% | My predecessor and his job, a hard man named Charles Grady, is the winner-caretaker. He came up here with his wife and two little girls who think about Aiden 10. From what I've been told, I mean, he seemed like a completely normal individual. But at some point during the winter, he must have suffered some kind of a complete mental breakdown. He ran a muck and killed his family with an axe. Stacked him neatly in one of the rooms of the West Wing, and then he put both barrels of a shotgun in his mouth. | ▶️ |
| 100% | Oh my god, our son ran away! Will he be okay out of the hospital? Oh, sure, sure. But we have to get him back soon. If he doesn't get his antibiotic shot today, he could die. Die?! | ▶️ |
