"Uh, hey, it's me. I don't even know if this is going to work but, uh, I guess if I got connected this far, the message should save, right? I don't know if it's still Sunday where you are, but it is here and...I don't know if you're going to listen to this, but if there's a chance...I've been thinking about you all day. That sounds really stupid to say 'cause it's not like I don't think about you every day, but today...it's just been really hard. Isabel says you're alive and I believe her, but...why won't you let her find you? Where are you, Peter? Wherever you are, whatever's wrong, we can fix it. You have to let us 'cause...you have to. People keep saying that I should try to get over you and start moving on, and I can't, because what the hell would I move on to? You're my future. You drew me a picture 'cause you knew it too, so you can't hide like this. You have to be safe and come back because I can't do this on my own, any of it. I need you, and I miss you, and I love you, and I just want you to come back, please. I just...happy
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