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(This takes place the day after Johnny sent out the voicemails to Christian and Harry.  Harry has finally turned on his com.)

Christian?  I- shit, I was really hoping to get you and not your voice mail.  It's about Johnny.  I haven't checked my com for a bit- I had it off and...  okay, not important.  Johnny left a message for me, and he said he couldn't get ahold of you.  He sounded really bad.  I told him he could call me anytime, and the first time he does I'm not fucking... long pause... 

I'm sorry, I'm just really worried, and I thought I'd check with you before I went rushing over there.  I mean, he wrote me yesterday, I'd have heard by now if something really bad...

...Christian, if you don't call me in the next twenty minutes with some information for me on this, I'm breaking down his door.  I'm in Orlando's room, and my goddamned- FUCK!  Sorry.  pauses again.  I've had a really bad last couple of days.  I'm in Orlando's room, and my com is on.  Please call me.  Thanks.

Heard just before the com is disconnected...

God DAMMIT!