Voicemail. To: Daniel Morgan. From: Peyton Nichols.
It sounds as if she's running. She is out of breath and her words are rushed, but violent. "Please tell me you've seen the latest broadcast. All of us. Every single one of us. All over the fucking goddamn news. Our names. We're everywhere. Everybody knows, Daniel. Every single person out there is looking to us now. We reincarnates. I know it isn't my place to ask, but what the FUCK are we supposed to do now?! Jesus fucking fuck. I'm on my way now. I have to use the sword. The MTNs are down. Go fucking figure. Just - I'll see you soon."