[Miles looks like he's about to clam up for a second - he desperately wants to - and then he lets out a sigh, like sorrow is leaving his body when the air does. His throat burns with the need to talk about it.]

My father was a defense attorney. I joined him in the courthouse one day when he was defending a client against an infamous prosecutor. He lost, but he put a mark on the prosecutor's perfect record.

We were in the elevator, getting ready to leave. Me, my father, and a bailiff. Then there was an earthquake, and the power went out. We were trapped there for hours, and we were losing air. My father and the bailiff started fighting...the gun ended up near me. I was hysterical - I screamed at them to stop fighting, and threw it.

And the gun went off.

[He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.]