Somewhere, in a house near the coast of the Yggdrasil district of Haven, a woman with way too many thoughts running through her mind and way too much home to feel comfortable in alone flops onto her bed with a datapad. The audio recorder is running. There'd be some shuffling, and then a deep sigh audible as that eventually calms down. "It's...what, the- the twenty fifth?" Another moment of shuffling was heard, and then more words, "...Twenty sixth. Whatever." She'd let out another sigh, and a bit more shuffling could be heard. "The days have uh...kinda been blending together, I-I guess. It's...almost a month out now, si-since you left. I read that this was...well- something people did to find some uh...closure, even if you'll never hear these. I guess it's kinda like when Charlie uh...y'know, d-died. How I'd go visit his grave really often and uh...talk. Only you're...we-well, you're not dead. I'll probably do this every uh...couple of weeks, or something. Sorta...watch myself as I adjust, i-if I even do." "I...well, Kealohi gave me some advice. Said I should uh...make a time capsule sorta thing, wi-with all the things that were supposed to be like...memories for us, a-and things that remind me of you a lot and like...store 'em away and put them somewhere. So I could look at 'em again when I'm ready. I...thought about it, but there's a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. Like, I-I can barely stand t'be in this house right now. It's weird how a place can like...bring all these memories up all the time and uh...still feel more empty than ever when I'm here." Another long, sad sigh could be heard, "...I dunno what I wanna do about it, so I've been like, distracting myself, a-as much as I can with this...Atlas shit, a-and just like...having guests over to cook for and stuff. I haven't even looked in our scrap book since you left. Just uh...hurts too much. Yeah." "...Hurts to think about how you might be doing too. I...figure if I'm this much of a wreck over everything, uh...y-you probably are too. It gets t'me every night when I'm tryin' to sleep. If you came back, I...I don't think I could help but just wanna go back to the way things were." And then eventually, some sniffling could be heard, like the voice is about to start crying, "I...I hope you find someone else out there eventually, 'cause I-I don't want 'ya to be a wreck like me, but...ho-how the fuck could you do that t'me?" And then, like that, after a bit of sobbing, the recording would cut.