The note she left behind with the tears she had shed. I'm left in a panic looking for her again as I didn't want her to cry or hurt, I'm longing for her again... I don't know if I ruined her or she ruined me. She's gone for one of our good fortunes and all I can do is sit in the bottom of a dirty broken-down phone booth and cry after reading the crumbled piece of paper she left behind before she disappeared.