[Hartley's sitting in his bed, wrapped in blankets, sweating and shivering at the same time. He looks pale, sickly and overall miserable.]

Hey...I just wanted to let anyone who was worried or wondered where I was...I'm alive again. I feel like crap, but if I understand how this place works correctly, I'll be fine. Despite...

[He decides not to finish that thought.]

And to anyone else who needed some sleep, I'm sorry. I really don't think I'll be able to help with that for a while.

Also, I don't know where it came from or who left it there, but whoever left the wine on my porch, thank you. I will definitely be making good use of this.

Now if everyone doesn't mind, I'm going to get drunk and fail to pass out.

[Private to Mick]
Got your message about my flute. Thanks for getting it for me. I'll come by to get it when I can. It might take a while, though, I'm not really up to much right now.