Oh shit.
Mom, Dad, forgive me for leaving this message on the computer, but I don't really have time to argue right now. Piper's ship is going to crash. I know where it's headed and I'm meeting her out there. I'll explain later, just trust me on this and the only reason why I'm writing this not going out to tell you is because I don't have time to argue or protest. I'll explain when I get back.
Have to run... now.