[Sam looks down, sighing, and runs a hand over her hair. It's in a damp ponytail instead of its usual twist, down to dry better.]

It probably seems weird, to be bummed out when the message to you worked. Thing is, I was really hoping it wouldn't.

[She shifts her weight and straightens, looking to Wing.]

If it didn't work, it would've meant I had something in my set-up wrong. One of the substitutions, probably. I would've suspected the wood blocks. But, it worked, for you, when I couldn't get a message through to anyone at home. True, I only tried two people on Earth, but it's supposed to be able to reach anybody anywhere and n-neither? Even if one was killed in a, a car accident or some other awful fucking fluke, both? Provinces apart? That can't be it. And if we, ah. Entertain that possibility despite its... odds, I either cannot contact any of the people who really matter to me, or I have one-to-none left.

[Sam's voice is close to cracking on 'or' but it holds through her explanation, as does her composure, if but barely. She still swipes at one cheekbone with the side of her hand---still, though there's nothing there to wipe away.]

At home, anyway.

[It's an important qualification.]

[She takes a breath, and shoves it out in a sigh.]

And, so I say: shit. Again, I'm sorry.