"Derek-"
"She okay?"
"I'm drivin' a hundred miles an hour. She's sick. Like, vomiting, shaking, headache sick. It's bad,"
"I can't find Peter. I smell him about a mile out into the woods and then he's gone,"
"Jesus, don't say that. It'll kill her,"
"Yeah, that's why I'm worried, cos if Peter is dead then his mate is likely to get sic-"
"His what?!"
"Uh, yeah. All the research you do, you don't check on mating?"
"Never occured to me. They're- That's adorable!"
"I thought it was kinda obvious what they were, with all the... I dunno. Cutesy shit. Anyways, if he's dead, she's gonna feel it hard. But I doubt he is, or she'd be- She'd be pretty much gone. Make her eat, and make sure she keeps warm. Don't let her sleep,"
"Okay. Find him,"
"Working on it,"
"Alright baby,"
"Alright,"