Re: Call: Wren/Luke
Wren, it's our house. Not Jack's. Not that stupid CIA guy's. Ours, okay? Will you come back with me? [...] Daisy. I like that name. How is she? How's Will? [Pause.] I know. I talked to Adam after one of the kicks, before Bruce went back. [...] I can't imagine Thomas with a pet. [Reassuring.] I promised I'd be back, remember? I promised I wouldn't die. And I didn't. I'm fine.