[ Here's a voice people might recognize after not having heard it for some weeks now. Maybe. Because it sounded that like so many other people around here, he's suffering from some illness and his voice might be a little bit closer to raw and shaky. ]

M'not supposed to get sick like this. [ A cough. ]

What good's some lousy fuckin' alien DNA if you still get sick like every other loser from Earth? [ To those who know him and have interacted with him, they might realize that Peter's not in his right mind. The complaining? The use of "fuck" rather than the "flark" he's used due to years of traveling the cosmos back home? The less at hand playful disparaging of his home world? Someone's been foolishly going with less and less sleep in the time he's been staying away from people.

He's starting to get a bit addled and sound like the kid from backwoods Colorado.

There's a sound of something hitting metal and someone tumbling to the floor. Someone kept trying to walk through a door that didn't open like it was supposed to. ]

Goddammi-! [ The feed cuts off. ]

[ She looks, perhaps, a tad miserable and she sounds miserable, but Allison Argent is the leader of a family of hunters of the supernatural. She's not going to let something like the flu get in her way. That said, she knows she needs to rest, which is why she's laying in bed when she appears on the network. ] Um. So I got this weird message... 'we ride at dawn'? I tried to message it back, but it wouldn't go through. So, um, sorry to whoever sent it, but I think you sent it to the wrong person. Maybe try again?