[After catching up on everything, which essentially means letting the communicator run from the edge of his sink while he gets ready in the morning.]
[Locked to Sam A]Hey.
No that sucks. How do I get this fucking thing to delete?
Erase.Look, I know you don't know me --
Fuck no, that's worse.
Erase.Are you okay --
I take it back, that's fucking worse.
Erase.[Sigh.]
Let's try this again. Fuck,
erase.Hey. You don't know me and I don't know you, but I hope you're not dead in a ditch right now.