[Wow tat is a lovely shot of either bedsheets or ceiling, depending on which way the gear landed. There's a long silence before John's voice comes out of it again, uncertain and wavery.]

Rose? Rose, I'm sorry... please don't be mad at me. I just... I really miss you, okay? And I'm worried about you and what's going to happen to us and just... this isn't at all how I wanted this conversation to go at all.

I'm sorry.