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- Hello? - How dare you make my son cry.

Laxmi?

You made everyone cry.

And you gave your chaperone a heart attack. What is wrong with you?

First of all, I don't have a chaperone, so stop calling her that.

Second of all, Zosia's gonna be fine, thank you for asking.

- And third of all-- - Why do you do such things?

Are you mentally unsound?

Third of all... ...I learned something important.

Laxmi, I think that there might be a way to fix--

You do not ever make my son cry again.

Hey, if Miss Sunshine asks for my phone number again,

you tell her to pound sand.

She's gonna be all right, isn't she?

She's gonna be fine.

Hello?

Anybody here?

- Hello, Carol. - Hey.

- Uh, where-where did everybody-- - This is a recording.

At the tone, you can leave a message to request anything you might need.

We'll do our best to provide it.

Our feelings for you haven't changed, Carol.

But after everything that's happened, we just need a little space.

Oh, come on.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Fine.

Good riddance!

Fuck you!

Afflicted... Afflicted people.

To my 12 fellow survivors, greetings.

I'm Carol Sturka.

Some of you know me. Some of you I've yet to meet.

But...

if you're still one of us...

then this message is for you.

There is a way to undo this situation.

To turn the world back the way it's supposed to be.

How do I know this?

Because earlier today,

these afflicted people, these Others, they basically told me so themselves.

Because guess what? They can't lie.

Which is yet another thing I've discovered.

This alien virus, or...

...whatever it is, it doesn't allow them to do that.

So, what is this solution exactly?

That they didn't tell me.

But-But they so resisted telling me, that everybody suddenly burst into tears.

Worldwide, apparently.

Which I know upset at least one of you.

And then after that, they completely abandoned the city I live in.

Leaving me here all alone.

Which says to me I'm on the right track.

Now, I realize some of you

think the world might be better off this way,

with all the newfound peace, love and understanding.

Enjoy that opinion.

Relish it.

Because it may be the last one you ever possess.

And when the day comes

that you have peace and love forced upon you, who knows,

maybe in that last fleeting moment

you might just realize you treasured your individuality.

Please, let's work together.

The 13 of us.

'Cause it's gonna take everything we've got.

But these people need saving.

We owe it to humanity.

Call me anytime, day or night.

Good luck and godspeed.

Hello, Carol.

This is a recording.

At the tone, you can leave a message to request anything you might need.

- Yes, yes. Mm-hmm. - We'll do our best to provide it.

- Our feelings for you... - Got it.

- ...haven't changed, Carol. - Got it.

- Got it. - But after everything that's happened...

- Hmm. Got it. - ...we just need a little space.

It's Carol.

I've made a video.

You're not gonna like it.

However, I want you to make 12 copies

and distribute them to all of the other people like me.

And for those that don't speak English,

I want you to subtitle what I say word-for-word.

I certainly can't force you to do this.

However, you doing it would please me, and I know you're into that.

And conversely, if you don't do it,

I can't be held responsible for the biblically shitty mood

in which I will no doubt find myself.

So, I'm gonna leave it outside on the curb, by a rock.

And I'll stay far, far away 'cause God knows you need your space.

No. No. No, no, no.

Hey!

Get out of here!