Skye had no idea why Walter was so impatient. She asked nervously, "What exactly did you talk about? Isn't the FBI here to help Hank?"
Walter didn't reply, but just anxiously gestured for Skye to move away from the opening. He struggled to push a sack out of the hole, then reached for a second one. Just then, young Walter's voice came, "Wait, let me get the door."
Walter and Skye immediately stopped their actions and carefully listened to the sounds coming from outside.
Leaning on his crutch, young Walter went to the door and opened it. "Hi, Agent Yang, how do you know our place? Is there something you need?"
Jimmy smiled and said, "Hi, young Walter, I'm here to see your father, Mr. White. Can you call him for me?"
Young Walter had just met Jimmy at Uncle Hank's house and knew they were good friends, so he didn't have any suspicions anymore. "Of course, come in."
