Voicemail sent on 25 March 2012 at 1:34 p.m.

"Hi, Steve. So, everything's still bad here. Mom still hasn't found an apartment yet and I know she can't afford a fancy one with her salary. Dad hasn't been home all day and he hardly ever talks to anyone. This really sucks. I miss you."

She sighed before she chuckled a little. It sounded a bit forced, like she wanted to do anything to distract herself from her situation.

"You remember when you used to force me to watch Thomas Sander's Vines whenever I was feeling down. I really used to enjoy those so this morning, I tried watching them. For some reason, even though I was laughing, I didn't really feel any lighter... Maybe it was because I kept remembering your laugh."