Please visit breakerwhiskey.com for more information or to send a message to Whiskey's radio. Breaker Whiskey is an Atypical Artists production created by Lauren Shippen. If you'd like to support the show, please visit patreon.com/breakerwhiskey. As a patron, you will also receive each week's episodes as one longer episode every Monday. ------ [click, static] (sighing) I— [click, static] I might have to start to face facts here.  Harry didn’t show. Of all the things that Harry has done to me, she’s never stood me up before. But I stayed past sunset, stayed all night, and all through the next day and… Well. At least no one else found me. But she didn’t come and find me either.  I guess there’s the possibility that she didn’t know where to go. Or that she couldn’t get there in time. Or that she didn’t hear the broadcast, even though I broadcast the same information every hour on the hour for two days straight. I like to think that she would have remembered that day, would remember where it was—we hardly went anywhere for six years, every instance of it stands out stark in my mind.  I guess there is a pretty good chance that she didn’t hear the broadcast. The radio was left behind in the garage, and what are the odds she’s found another functioning one? Maybe I should…maybe I should leave a note. Or leave a radio. Maybe she’ll go back to the house and I can—  [click, static] (sighing) I don’t know what’s safe to say on here. I don’t know who’s listening. Other than Birdie and Fox, which is always a safe bet. And…well, I don’t know what to call him. Billings Junior feels…bad. Just calling him “Junior” feels a bit condescending. But it’s not like I know his name. The son, the kid—I have to assume he’s been listening too. I have to assume he’s listening now.  There are things I should probably say to you if you are listening.  There are things I want to say to Harry. Things that I can’t say if she— [click, static]