|Level||Fontaine's Department Store|
|Date||December the 2nd, 1958|
Transcript: Ryan, you bastard. Left me here to rot… Sure, I signed the contract: "help turn Fontaine's into a prison." Ten days, big rush, everything slapdash. Right before the prisoners are brought in? One of your piece-of-shit turrets -- bam! Both kneecaps. Now I'm likely a cripple, locked in a jail -- surrounded by maniacs! Haven't even been paid, but I don't care. Just get me outta here!
Location: In the maintenance alcove on the second floor of the Menswear department.