I have my backpack. I hadn't even checked on it since I ran off... I haven't unpacked really, I wanted to keep everything I own in a single place, call me paranoid, but it kept me alive back in New York when I had a proxy busting down my door.
I was checking on it, and I saw something odd when I unzipped it. A neatly folded piece of paper, just resting on top of all of my things.
I'll... I'll let you read it yourselves.
I'm sorry Cam. I'm so sorry. Things are different now... I wish I could fulfil what you wanted for Joel and I.