"Damn," Jonathan mutters as he slumps back dejectedly. His eyes focus on Dr. Hardiman's abdomen. Attempting to verify if the wounds were self inflicted, Jonathan inspects Dr. Hardiman's hands for any cuts.
Looking up, Jonathan speaks to Lt. Rubin. "Leutenant, could we hear that 911 call? Agent Foster and I have seen some strange things in the past day. Her hysterics might have some meaning to Agent Foster and myself. I have a nasty suspicion about these wounds on Dr. Hardiman and I hope you would indulge me so I can quell my own fears. By the way, any witnesses step forward? Anyone around here see anything?"
OOC: Can you describe the area we are in? Residential? Suburban?
"What do you think, Marcus? If the 911 call can't provide us with any clues, what next?"