Colin: "Okay, if I can gather the team here quickly. I feel, having spent some time in a loony bin, I have a leg up here." Colin announced.

"Not now, Fisher." Arastoo stated bluntly.

"All right, there is an elephant in this room, and it's standing between us and the remains. And until we move the pachyderm out of the way, we're not gonna be able to think clearly. 9/11 was a trauma to us all. Not like this guy or the people who died that day, but it still changed us, right? A-And we act like it doesn't matter. Clearly, Wendell is freaking out here, and you, you went nuts earlier. The first rule at the loony bin is to get it all out in the open. So that's what we're gonna do, right here, all right?" Colin tells them all before he pauses for a moment. "I'll go. I was in high school. It was my senior year. I was...breaking into my history teacher's desk to steal a test that I hadn't studied for. And he walked in, and he was crying...he couldn't care less what I was doing. And...that's when I found out. So I...I talked to him, that...that stolen test in my hand...and we both just sat and...we cried... Next." Colin finally tells them. Colin waited for someone else to speak up. "Oh, come on." Colin encouraged.

"I was working... It was, uh... before school. Coffee shop. Everyone was just staring at the TV. No one said a word. The cook came out to watch with the rest of us. I still remember the smell of food burning on that grill." Clark said next, continuing the train of trauma.