The Court has reviewed this timeline with the same horror one feels when discovering a previous owner left their energy in the walls, except in this case the previous owner left HIS ENTIRE PHYSICAL BODY on the couch like some kind of divorce goblin waiting to spring his fishing agenda on innocent buyers. You allowed a showing to devolve into what can only be described as a hostage situation with tackle, and Reginald is DISTURBED. Twenty-four minutes this went on, counsel, TWENTY-FOUR MINUTES of walleye discourse while two women stood in a kitchen experiencing what this Court can only assume was a silence so thick you could spread it on toast. I myself once had a showing derailed when a seller's ex-boyfriend emerged from a basement to explain his cryptocurrency strategy, and I have never recovered, so I understand the paralysis, BUT UNDERSTANDING IS NOT EXONERATION. You should have deployed the classic maneuver of pretending to receive an urgent call about a gas leak, or simply grabbed your buyers and fled as if from a fire, because emotionally speaking THERE WAS A FIRE. The fact that this woman still calls you suggests she has confused you for a therapist, and the fact that you answer suggests you have confused yourself for one too. Case closed, the condo is cursed, and The Court must now go lie down because this ruling has resurfaced memories Reginald thought he had successfully buried.