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Myers slapped the table with both palms. "'Cause it would set the world on fire."
Laura slumped back in the chair. "What on Earth are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the end of the world as we know it." Myers's palms slapped the table with each of his last four words. Then he sank to the floor, to kneel on one knee before the seated Laura. "Think it through: what would happen if word of this got out, if, God forbid, that videotape was broadcast?"
"Maybe the world would be a better place."
"Maybe. Maybe not." Now Myers laid his left palm on an armrest. "If people knew there was life after death, even after suicide, and that everybody, good and evil went--"
"Wait a second." Laura rose up out of the chair suddenly enough to knock Myers off balance and force him to place both palms on the floor. She looked down on him. "You knew my father committed suicide. And you know why."
Myers pushed himself up off the floor after regaining his balance, then dusted his hands. "Just because I knew about something doesn't mean I had anything to do with it."
Laura turned away from him and the brain sitting in a corner, and looked out upon the trees and grass resting beneath a shining sun. "My father wanted to join my mother in heaven. That's why he wanted to kill himself."
She turned back. "So I found out what I came here to find out: why my father did it. Now I can leave." She stepped past Myers to push the eject button on the VCR.
Myers's hand pushed hers away when she reached for the emerging videotape. "I can't let you leave with this!" He slipped the tape inside a pocket of his lab coat.