“He left, and now it’s too late to tell him I love him. I never said it. I’m about to die, and it’s all I can think about. So if you see him, tell him I said I was sorry, and that he was right. He’ll know about what. Tell him I said if there is an afterlife I promise not to give him shit ever again. He can eat all the damn traveler biscuits he wants. I promise not to get mad about him taking risks. Not about girls. Not about him stealing my Matchbox cars. Nothing. And tell him I love him. That’s the most important part. It’s always been the most important part, but I didn’t realize it until it was too late. I gotta go. Damn shade gremlins. Get them for me, brother. Get them all.”