[There's a huff of breath that entirely falls short of being a laugh, though it sounds somewhat relieved. Mostly on the edge of tears, but somewhat relieved!]

Good. That's good. This whole time, all I kept thinking was - "We left her alone, alone, alone." I hope that part's true. [...] I know this sounds crazy, but -

[As he speaks, the sound of his voice seems to be fading. It doesn't sound like he's leaving; there's no footsteps, and at first he keeps on speaking as if he's unaware. It's more like when you begin to drive away from your hometown, and your favorite radio station starts to filter away into white noise.]

Peregrine? Peregrine - no, wait -

[For just a second, it feels as if someone has tried to catch at your arm. Then there's a sound like a sharp intake of breath, abruptly cut off. Brett will not speak again.]