JOEL: Danny. Got your voice mail. Cell service is hit-and-miss these days. Like everything. Power comes and goes. You don't find a place to sleep before dark, nobody lets you in - too afraid you're bringing the disease with you. Those nights, I end up in a hallway somewhere, or sleeping in an alley under a cardboard box, like some kind of bum. Fucking cold in this city, you know? Like, I knew it was, but... when you can't get away from if, you realize: it's a lot colder than you think. Nobody's got spare food. I'm running out of ramen. Dunno what I'm gonna do when that happens. Mom's gonna be fine, Dan-o. Yeah, I'm sure it's something else.