So he'd...died? Spence glanced down, and his fingers glanced into his shirt. Well he certainly didn't feel dead. He supposed this was a missed opportunity. If he'd known he could pretend like he hadn't known of anything--well, no use thinking about it. What was done was done.
"Yeah. Mine's a bit different. I...threatened you all with the gun, but. Then I left and I was trying to get back to the train. But some doorway was blocked, and I was running out of time, so I climbed up the elevator shaft, ended up upstairs. After that it...gets hazy." His expression had grown increasingly confused, like he had to probe his mind to piece this all together.
Spence shifted, in the doorway, perhaps uncomfortably. "If this is another one of Umbrella's twisted little experiments, then this isn't a good thing. What if--" No. No. He couldn't go down that road. He wouldn't. The things that Umbrella did were...well, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of it. Not by a long shot. And they were far too comfortable with using employees for experiments.