Tony Stark: This thing on? Hey, Miss Potts. Pep. If you find this recording… don’t post it on social media. It’s gonna be a real tearjerker. I don’t know if you’re ever gonna see these. I don’t even know if you’re still… Oh, God, I hope so… Today’s day 21. No, uh, 22. You know, if it wasn’t for the existential terror of staring into the literal void of space, I’d say I’m feeling a little better today. Infection’s run its course, thanks to the Blue Meanie back there. Oh, you’d love her. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic. So, the fuel cells were cracked during battle and we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge and bought ourselves about 48 hours of flight time. Uh, but it’s now dead in the water. Thousand light years from the nearest 7-Eleven. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning and that’ll be it. Pep, I know I said no more surprises but I gotta say I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like… Well, you know what it looks like. Don’t feel bad about this. I mean, actually, if you grovel for a couple weeks and then move on with enormous guilt… I should probably lie down for a minute. Go rest my eyes. Please know… when I drift off, it’ll be like every night lately. I’m fine. Totally fine. I dream about you. Because it’s always you.
