Lilia’s okay. Everything’s fine. Except...

Look. We talked about it, and we’re, uh.

We’re going to try to leave Manhattan.

And where we’re going, I can’t guarantee we’ll be able to make it back. We made up our minds, and we’re going to try anyway. So. Um. I’m not very good at these kinds of things, but.

I guess this is goodbye.

Sorry if I’m being too negative, but-

I. I don’t think I want to be here anymore.