Text @ Jack

Jack: Where are you?
Sarah: A place...
Jack: Okay... Vague...

Text @ Jack

Jack: Why don't you go...?
Sarah: I'm not at the school...
Jack: Where are you?

Text @ Jack

Jack: Well I know him. Why?
Sarah: I was wondering if you could check on him in hospital and tell me how he is doing..,
Jack: Why don't you go...?

Text @ Jack

Jack: Yeah. So wait, did you need something, or...?
Sarah: Um... Nope. Not really. Unless you're friends with Chase.
Jack: Well I know him. Why?

Text @ Jack

Sarah: You should. If they are that stupid.
Jack: Yeah. So wait, did you need something, or...?

Text @ Jack

Sarah: You can't blame us for thinking it when the hospital went on about it to people... It's quite confusing.
Jack: Yeah, I know. Still, what fucking morons. I should get my money back.

Text: {Princess}

Jack: Dear Ashley Evans. This is a very long text message to make up for me being dead. Or well, you thinking I was dead when I wasn't. I was in rehab. I just... Okay here goes the sap fest. So here's the deal. I had a really shitty night, and I got shit faced and wound up almost losing my liver. So I went out to Arizona for a week and a half to go to rehab. Usually I wouldn't care, because what do I have to live for? But I could see you getting pissed off at my funeral, and calling me a pussy for dying over alcohol. Probably not actually a pussy, because you're a Princess. Still, you know what I mean. When I was in Arizona, I was dying inside. They confiscate all your connections to the outside world so you can focus on your repair. I swear, everything made me think of you. Literally, on the last day I looked outside and saw a bird and thought about you. This is because you made me watch the Last Song. Still, if it means that you won't think I suck for disappearing, I'd watch it again and again. I love you, alright Princess? Don't forget that.

Text @ Jack

Sarah: So, you're apparently alive... Congrats?
Jack: Yeah. I wasn't dead. Jesus.