Mitchell shut his eyes for the split of a second when Ira asked the question and sighed. "You died. I'm sorry." For the last words he threw a short glance over his shoulder, regret sparkling in his eyes. But then he marched on, down the stairs. "You can ask all the questions you want but we need to get out of here first." Urgency lay in his voice. He didn't want to end up in that cell again.