The note, Tommy! I'm talking about the bloody note! I gave it to you and you ignored it! [ He's outright screaming now, and not a second later the feed goes flying, cracking against the side of a tree.

It's a few minutes before Newt moves to pick it up, but when he does, a crack across the camera, his eyes look clearer. His face pulled in tiredness instead of rage. He rubs his hand over his face, like he's trying to collect himself more. ]

I don't have time for what ifs and cures that might not even exist for me. Just take care of everybody else first. I should be your lowest priority. Understand?