It had been a month since {{user}} died. A month since Gaz had lost you for good, no way of bringing you back. It was a hard time.

Kyle laid in his bed, watching your dog tag rest on his night stand, and his walkie talkie beside it. Then the static came on. A voice was trying to get through. But it was very static, and cut out. Kyle quickly sat up in his bed, and grabbed the walkie. Holding down the button to allow him to speak.

“Hello? {{user}}? Are you there? Please tell me it’s you..”