Habbo meeting transcript from 07-Mar-09 @ 9:30 AM PST,
J:=Josh, G:=Gabi:

J: Gabi, I’m sorry to hear about your dad.
G: Thanks Josh, I’m so glad to speak with you.
J: I’ve Read the stuff you wrote, and the news. My Mum phones your Mum. Nightmare. I can imagine what you’re going through.
G: Thanks Josh. And with them calling Papa a terrorist. Its like living a nightmare! Everyone hates him!
J: Do you believe it?
G: You think I can believe me father was a terrorist?
J: When they reported about my dad’s death they tried to make out it was sui__cide.
G: Oh no.
J: Then they decided he was murdered, I wouldn’t believe that either.
G: That’s awful, Josh. No, of coarse I don’t believe my father is a terrorist. Its just, I don’t know what to do, Josh. He’s innocent.
J: I know what Id do. I’d try to find out the truth.
G: You think I can do that? I’m not old enough.
J: yeah, I know. Me too, …either. Technically. So what? There’s still a lot you can do.
G: I don’t know Josh. What if… what if I find evidence that makes things more suspicious?
J: Huh? Like what? What aren’t you telling me?
G: The newspaper reporters, the whole thing about biological weapons… about carrying vials through the airport. Well. I’ve found some sealed test tubes. They were Papas. He was hiding them, for sure.
J: Test tubes?
G: They were in an empty ice cream carton at the back of the freezer.
J: Your dad had hidden some vials in the freezer? Hmmm… I suppose my dad used to stash archeology samples. Its not that strange.
G: Except, Josh… there’s more to it. Whoever killed Papa, they also ransacked the house. Even the freezer. They were looking for something. The test tubes
J: That happened to me too, you know. After my Dad disappeared – my house was burgled.
G: You see?
J: Yeah. You’re right Gabi. This looks bad.
G: I know! That’s my problem Josh. Who can I tell about these test tubes?
J: It sounds dangerous. You’re lucky you’ve got a place to stay because your old house isn’t safe. Maybe you should hand in the test-tubes. That would be the safest thing to do.
G: Is it what you’d do?
J: To be honest… prolly not. But you should be more sensible. Hand them in.
G: Why? Cos I’m a girl, is that why? You think you can go travel the world, get into all sorts of danger, and survive. And I couldn’t?
J: I almost DIED, Gabi. I know what Im talking about. How can you say any of that?
G: Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. THEY KILLED MY DAD! They shot him, right in the eyes. Can you imagine that? The killer is still free. Now I have a clue… these test-tubes.
J: Gabi, I’m sorry, OK? I’m just REALLY worried about where this could lead you. Have you even thought about that?
G: Sure I have, I’m not a baby!
J: OK!
G: You think there’s any chance that my dad’s murder and your dad’s murder… are somehow linked?
J: Huh… doubt it. Your dad’s thing seems to be linked to his work, yeah? DNA secrets, Big Company stuff. My dad’s murder was…
G: What?
J: it was… about something else completely. I think that YOU should go to the police.
G: I cant. They believe Papa is a terrorist. I’ve got to protect his name. Just give me some advice, that’s all. Then you can go back to your life. Okay?
J: Okay. I understand, I do. More thank you think.
G: Thanks buddy.
J: Just… take care.
G: Ill be careful. So, any ideas?
J: Maybe you could have the material in the test-tubes tested?
G: Hmm. Except… What if its dangerous after all? I don’t exactly know how those tubes got in our freezer. What if my dad didn’t put them there… but someone else DID? Maybe I should leave them sealed.
J: True. Yeah. Hmmm. But keep them out of sight for now.
G: Any other suggestions?
J: When my dad went missing, I went through his emails, to see who he talked to before he went on his trip.
G: I’ve already tried. Nothing! His meeting with the American scientist – I don’t think it was planned too far ahead. My dad didn’t even have his Blackberry with him.
J: Yeah but… somehow, your dad contacted that guy. What about his lab?
G: The Biotech institute?
J: Yeah. Get in contact with them. When I couldn’t find anything at home, I went to my dad’s office. That’s what Id do. 
G: It’s a good idea. Gracias, Josh. I should go now, they’re calling me for dinner.
J: .K. Seriously, take care. YOU think you can handle it, Gabi. But before you know it, things get pretty scary. Its not nothing to do with you being a girl. I don’t mind admitting I’ve been through stuff that still gives me nightmares.
G: I’m sure. Okay, Ill be so, SO careful.
J: Gabi, before you go.
G: ?
J: Post any information you find on your blog.
G: So that if I get killed, you can point the police to it?
J: So that I can help… if I can. 
G: Im way ahead of you buddy. Been keeping a video blog for DAYS!
J: Video, very cool. I never even thought of that, yenno. My Bobba sux…? (you have to be careful with using that word or it gets Bobba-ed!)
G: LOL
J: K, use the blog, and well arrange a Habbo chat if we need to (just like we did this time).
G: Thx, I’ve really go to go now. Ciao.
J: Later.
G: Cya.