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[ The video feed starts with Walt in a room in his Heropa home, an open box on the bed filled with Kaylee's things -- coveralls neatly folded and tucked inside, wrenches and other tools laid delicately on top...the whole process seems exceedingly painful for him as with each item he pulls out of the closet, the efforts become slow and labored. ]

I don't know who knew Kaylee Frye. If you didn't, you should have. I've never met anyone so genuinely cheerful and kind. She was the sunshine in this dark, cloudy world.

[ There's a very sad, forlorn smile. This feels more like a funeral, like saying goodbye to someone who passed away. And in some cases it's worse -- them vanishing to another universe, never to remember their time here, never to be seen again. ]

She helped me when she didn't have to. She cared when she shouldn't have. She took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. And what did she expect in return? Nothing.

[ With a long pause, it's very clear Walt is trying to maintain his composure. A breath in and a breath out. ]

I hoped I was wrong. I hoped to god I was wrong. That her disappearance was only temporary. But it's been a few weeks, and there's been no sign of her returning. I will miss her. Every day I will miss her. I already do.

This world -- it's done nothing but take things away. From me. From everyone else. Can you honestly say you've gained anything from being here?

[ Walt goes to reach into the closet for one of the final items and his hand twitches back. The sadness in the lines of his face increases as he pulls out a wrapped present -- a card reading: To Mr. White.

That's when Walt can't hold it back anymore. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulls the square-shaped present to his chest and cries. ]

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[ For one, very brief moment -- Walt got a little flustered by her implication of taking advantage of things. He might be a married man, but he has EYES. (Four of them even!!) But it's a good thing this is voice. ]

I'll let you know, definitely. Is it a little early in the day to start?

[ She would be thoroughly scandalized by any sort of implications. She is a good girl! ]

Depends. I don't have to be anywhere later. Do you?

Not in particularly.

[ Not until he fakes his suicide and then flees the state. But you know, that's more of a spontaneous plan because Walter White rolls that way. ]

Well, then! I think on a normal day it might be a little bit early, but ... It's fine as long as you've got company.

Final verdict.

I don't think there's ever a such thing as too early as long as you're in good company.

[ Which is what he considers you, Harley. I mean, you hung out with him in his underwear! ]

[ Aw, that's a little sad. Please set the bar higher than that. ]

Okay, cool. So it's decided. I'll see you soon.

[ When his bar is set at Crane and Chilton -- dirt and trash -- it's not hard to be higher. ]

Yes. Let me change into something more presentable.

[ A beat. ]

It will be clothes. I'm wearing clothes, I promise.

[ She cracks up. Funny! He's a funny guy. ]

I hope I can still recognize you with pants on.

Edited 2015-07-12 03:17 (UTC)

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