"You know, no one has once mistaken me for any of them," Philip answers, as if this should be somehow surprising, though it isn't. He doesn't look the slightest bit like any of them, besides the obvious, and he doubts anyone would see Luke Garroway's kind face and think he might be Philip Lombard. Anyone who knows either of them would be able to tell the difference in an instant. It isn't even just their physical attributes, but something in their eyes.

Philip knows he's different. He's perfectly happy with that.

"Appreciated," he says. "And do try not to kill him, he's likely one of the few people who know me well enough to get me out of here." Agent Reid might be willing to lend a hand, but Philip doesn't want to bet on it. Coop is a criminal, not quite like Philip, but far more similar than Reid would ever be. He's more likely not to ask questions either.

He pauses, then asks, "And your wife knows you're here already?"