Computer: Access granted.
Man: They spew their poison into your ears and you listen! You can no longer tell the difference between the truth and their lies.
Michelle: Did I leave my door open? Wait, you're not from Rolling Meals. You're too handsome to be from Rolling Meals.
Jensen: No, I'm not. Mrs. Michelle Walthers, is it? My name is Adam Jensen.
Michelle: No, no, you're much too old to be him. You must be from Rolling Meals. And please, it's Miss Walthers.
Jensen: Brent Radford sent me. Do you remember him? He's a detective.
Michelle: Yes, lovely gentleman. He still has my photos of Adam when he was a baby. Oh, could you be a dear and fetch them for me. I forgot who has them, though.
Jensen: Are these the photographs?
Michelle: Oh, yes, yes. Thank you. I haven't seen Adam Jensen in such a long time. Forever, it seems. Such a happy baby.
Jensen: Miss Walthers, can you tell me about the boy in those photos?
Michelle: The boy in those photos, Adam. Tragic, really, what happened to his parents, his real parents.
Jensen: His real parents?
Michelle: They died in that fire. Horrible, really. I was there. At least, those other cribs were empty. I only tried to save Adam.
Jensen: Mrs. Walthers, I really need you to focus. What are you talking about?
Michelle: Why, I already told that nice detective all this already, about the experiments and the fire at White Helix Labs. We knew Adam was special. That's why his parents started the fire. So they didn't do the same thing to the next batch of babies.
Jensen: So my . . . Adam's real parents were trying to protect him? But from what?
Michelle: Why, from the conspiracy, of course. But I've said too much. Would you be a dear now and go fetch my dinner?
Jensen: Miss Walthers, please, I know it was a while ago and remembering all the details might be hard, but do you think you can try and focus for a minute? What did you tell the detective?
Michelle: Well, Mr. Radford and I spoke about many, many things. But don't you have meals to deliver? And where is my dinner?
Jensen: Thank you for your time, Miss Walthers.
Michelle: Oh, before i forget, if you see Adam, could you please give him this? It's for all the birthdays and Christmases I've missed. I've been saving them.
Jensen: You've done enough for him, Miss Walthers. I'm sure he'd want you to keep the money.
Michelle: So nice of you, like Mr. Radford and Adam. You know, they called him a genetic marvel! He was ahead of his time. They were hoping to tear out so much from the DNA, but we stopped them. Oh, yes, we did.
Oh, hello, dear. Is it dinner time already?
Jensen: Pritchard, I need you to assign a temporary security detail to an apartment on Brooklyn Court until I can figure out a more permanent solution. The woman's name is Walthers, Michelle Walthers.
Pritchard: Security detail? What the hell, Jensen, who is this woman?
Jensen: She's family. But she's vulnerable. I'll explain later. Just do this for me, please. And not a word to Sarif. Can I trust you on this, Pritchard?
Pritchard: Christ, Jensen. All right, all right, I'll do it. But there better be a damn good reason for this.
Jensen: There is. I'll fill you in next time I see you, but right now, I need to get back to work. And Pritchard, thanks.
Pritchard: Yeah, yeah.