[answering the phone after he has been sobbing on his balcony]

Hello?

Peter?

Sarah?

No, it's Rachel Jansen, from the front desk.

[making an effort to control his voice]

Hey.

Hey, what's going on up there? I'm getting complaints about a woman, crying hysterically?

Yeah, you know what, and I hear her too, and it sounds like she's having such a hard time. [his voice begins to break again] I think it's coming from the floor above me.

You're on the top floor.

[pause]

I'll try and keep it down.

Are you okay?

Yeah, you have a nice night.

Okay. [she hangs up. Cut to Peter curled up on his floor, sobbing just as loudly.]