"... I don't know why I continue to come back here. I guess I keep hoping something will change."
Spider was in the darkness with the monitor off, just talking in a stream of consciousness, to nobody, she presumed.
"I don't know what happened to all of my friends, if they've moved on, if they're no longer close enough to hear my signal, if they've simply grown tired of me, or if they're dead. All I really know is that I am utterly alone. And I miss you all. If you can hear this, please. Come back."
Listening to: Fake Your Death