Polly

The doctors were all over him, and he kept beckoning that he wanted to write, wanted to write.

My dad managed to write a note.

He said, Polly and the kids, not safe.

When he wrote that note, I knew there was one person in town that was capable of trying to kill John.

And that person was capable of killing his whole family.

It felt like I was in a storm, and I didn't know how bad that storm was going to get, or if any of us were going to be safe again ever.

They were trying to get an airway down.

They couldn't get it down, so they started giving him morphine.

And I heard somebody say, he won't go down.

We can't get him to relax and get the airway in.

One of the officers behind me, and I think it was Rick Smith, he said, we have somebody at the house with the kids.

We've got somebody there and others en route.

And it was like you could see John just relax.

He relaxed, he laid back, and they slipped an airway in.

I really believe that John overwhelmed the doctors at the Falmouth Hospital.

They'd never seen anything like that.

They didn't know quite what to do.

John looked like a monster.

His beautiful, handsome face went right to here, normal.

And then it was like tissue had stretched and stretched and stretched.