no quarter ; communications

Before Sam speaks, there's a long, silent pause. It's obvious that there was some hesitation before he left the following message:

"Hey, Bobby. It's Sam. I know - it sounds crazy, but uh...it's me. Just gimme a call when you get this, all right? My number is [insert number here]. I'm thinkin' about heading your way, so if you're in town let me know."

Voicemail to Andrea Morgan:

"Uh...hey. Um. It's...Spooner. Big spoon seventy-three. From the, uh, forum.

Shit. I hate phones. Uh, sorry. My number's...hold on. It's [phone number]. I guess you'll...call me when you can. Or not.

Again, sorry. For...all this. The last thing anyone ever wants to do is babysit a noob."