[IT'S BEEN QUITE THE WEEKEND FOR REUNIONS. This is a voice he hasn't heard in a much longer time, but…he recognizes it as though he'd only last heard her yesterday.]

[He tosses the bush off to the side, carelessly, and pulls his foot out of the wreckage of the phonograph. Those things don't really seem all that important right now.]

[He even manages a laugh.]

It was hiding something I wanted to get rid of. Completely deserved.

You know me, do you think I'd really apologize to a bush?