Italy messed with the dials of the radio transmitter trying to get ahold of him.
She was frantic; he needed to get pout of there now. She kept twisting the knob, doing tests but still no answer...

Arizona looked through the letters Kat had written to him... one for everyday, a small plead for him to return only for him to return and not find his love but a corrupted project... He sat on his bed in his too neat of a bunker, sorrow flooding over him, drowning him... Arizona walked over to the desk and picked up the last letter she had written... she thought he was dead... but he wasn't... Then a small click sounded on the desk followed by static.
Arizona looked at all the papers crowding the desk and threw them off, finding a radio, and an active call... He picked it up and could not believe who it was...