Time doesn’t move for the ones we leave behind, does it? I keep thinking about Christmas. I can see my family sitting under the tree and opening gifts, but no one’s smiling. They’re just trying so hard to be happy, but they aren’t, because they think I’m dead. They don’t know I’m here, alive and well.

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[Walter stares at the communicator, his expression blank and his eyes focused on the screen as if he can see through it, as if he could look right at you. He's already gone through the motions. He's screamed, he's wept and he's raged. A new dent in the wall is the only lingering sign of his frustration.]

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