[He's endlessly bored, but somehow talking to strangers on the network about Netflix or something doesn't seem appealing to him. They have different lives than him, and it's harder to blend when you have to chat up people about shit you know nothing about. He goes to an abandoned park and does some pull-ups on some metal gym shit that he found. After a few reps, he gets off and lights a cigarette, shoving his hands into his pockets as he makes his way to a bench overlooking a lake.
He rather likes this city. It's loud enough to fade away, but quiet enough to think, not that he ever had a problem thinking in loud environments, he's just grown accustomed to the silence. He takes a drag of his cigarette. Everyone was so excited for their Thanksgiving presents, but he thinks he got the best one of all: a fresh start.]
[One second he's locking lips with Emma, but the next she's gone... Or more accurately, he's gone. He's not in her parent's home anymore. No Emma, no Charlie, no Louie. He walks over to the letter on the floor and reads it. Alternate dimension. Sounds like something Jay would've come up with. There's no fucking way, he thinks, but he knows he's wrong. Everything's fucked anyway, so he's almost happy to have left.
Charlie and Emma will be better off without him. He wasn't sure how to protect them. Emma's parents will come back when she calls for them and Charlie will make her own way. She's got a head start, and now he has a new start.
He walks over to the recording device and lifts it up, looking into the lense, then out the window at NYC, then back to the camera]