You were on the Argos II, sitting on the wooden ground across from him in his private chambers.

“The thing I wanted to tell you about.. is this.” He says, pulling a piece of wood that was burnt at the end out of a velvet page, showing it to you, but kept it far enough away so that you couldn’t touch it.

Frank looked at the piece of wood with anxiety and as if he wished it hadn’t existed.

“It has my lifeline connected to it.”