[Groggy.]

...nnh, Saturday, no school today, don't have to...

[A shift, fabric rustles. And then, a confused sound.]

Uncle John?

Owen? You busy? Kind of... Kind of... Sick. A little. Maybe. Gross, really. I don't know that it's important, just kind of sleepy and hot. Don't feel so well.

Looks like varicose veins.