He picks up the phone.
"Hello, Abrams residence."
"Hey Artie, it's Sam."
"Hey Sam! So I was bought the newest Doctor Who season our Friday night marathon night! Do you think you could-"
"I can't come."
"What?"
"I can't come."
"Okay so next week can you-"
"No. It isn't just this week. I just can't anymore."
"Why not?"
Pause
"Sam?"
"We're moving."
"What?"
"Tennessee. We have family there. We can't keep staying in a hotel."
"How will you get to school though?"
A bitter laugh.
"They have schools in Tennessee too."
"But Sam…"
"I know."
"You could live here! Or get a TARDIS! Or… or… Something Sam. Something has to happen."
"Something is. I'm leaving."
"I mean-"
"I know what you mean. And I appreciate it. I want… but I have to go. My family needs me to go work."
"I can give you my address and we can write? Or will you have a phone? I don't want you to disappear."
"I don't want to disappear either. You're the best friend I've ever had."
Pause and ragged breathing.
"Mine too. You are I mean. I just don't want to believe this."
"We had to. We leave in a couple days."
"So soon…"
"Yeah. Can I come over?"
"Yes! I mean… sure"
"See you soon."
"Bye."
"Bye."
He hangs up the phone, wipes his eyes, and wonders why this is so hard.