Dan tapped on the video and he saw the black hair, pale skin, and blue eyes that he hadn't seen alive in for what seemed like eternity. Phil had teardrops running down his face to match Dan's. He had an oxygen mask strapped to his face that he had pulled down to speak.
Phil spoke with surprising confidence. "Hi Dan, Phil here at 3:04 on Thursday. We just got the go ahead to call or text to our families and friends from the pilot and since you aren't picking up I'm making this video to send to you. First things first, Dan don't mope around forever and stop making videos because I don't want to ruin your life. Dan you have made me who I am today and I am happy to die like this. Second, you are indeed Phil trash #1 like I am Dan trash #1.-" Phil took out a sharpie and started scribbling cat whiskers on himself. "-And last but not least, good bye Dan. You are my best friend. I love you." Phil took a deep breath and the video stopped. Dan found himself with a gigantic grin on his face.
"I love you too, Phil." He whispered.
