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"Well, he believed his murders were a mission from God, so if you put yourself in those shoes... I guess it makes a twisted sort of sense. And the team was looking for me. Gil tried to find out from my father where Watkins would take me, but he wasn't... abundantly helpful. Nobody else knew about the room under the house. Not my family. Not me. It took me a while to figure out where we were. Watkins' second trial for me was getting rid of what he called my 'weakness'. He was going to kill my mother and my sister. I couldn't wait for them to find me. I had to stop him." He held his left hand - the one nearest Raylan - up and looked at it. "I was chained to the floor, but he left his tool bag just laying there. A ball peen hammer wouldn't break the shackles, but there was another way. The hole in the cuff was three inches. My hand is five inches." He looked over at Raylan. "All I had to do was make my hand three inches," he explained with a sort of detached matter-of-factness. "That's just math."