They blew it the hell up. I assumed you saw on the news or something, the way you answered the phone.

I mean. Duo and me. And Dorothy, for whatever reason, was there, too. She was fortunate that we even found her. ... She's in the other room, unconscious. ... We're okay, though. Just cuts and bruises. Dorothy's worse than either Duo or myself. [He couldn't tell if he was making any sense. He didn't feel like carefully schooling his responses right now, he just wanted to tell Wufei what was going on. He felt he owed it to him, anyway...]