Text: 2! 2! Anser, damnit! I know you are getting these.
2 puts phone in pocket.
Chat:
Jack: Has anyone seen 2?
Y: What's wrong?
Jack: Nothing's wrong. Master looked at 2's calculations and there is plenty of right.
Y: 2 did something right?
Z: 2 did something right, for a change? - there, fixed it for you.
Jack: Yes, his base was shit, but shit we could be improved on. We did that the other night.
Z: And?
Jack: Take the time and read the attachments, will you?
Z: Alright. And no, haven't seen 2 around in a week.
Y: Me too.
K: Me either.
Jack: Ok. If you see him, tell him to get in touch.
Z: Will do.
Jack: May the multiverse be positive to you all in your current interpretation of self. Thank you. Bye.
Z: You too.
Y: 2 did something right?
Z: I don't think he would have gone that far without Jack and his extended group.
Y: Neither of us would.
Z: Touche. Thank you for reminding me.
2, reading the chats in e-mail form. Cries. Throws away phone. It falls 10-12 storeys down. (smashed? sound or actual smash?)
2 takes a deep breath, , , opens arms and prepares to let himself fall.
Chat:
Steve: I hope he has not done something stupid or irreversible.
(scene ends, no fall shown, before or after Steve's text)
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