The sound of a tape recorder is heard. Multiple little noises come out of the small device as a projector shows some videos on a garage concrete wall.
Instrumental music starts playing in the background as a picture of a family shows up in the projection. Multiple videos are shown of that family, one with a mother holding a baby as the father hugs the two of them. Another where the father was playing with that same baby that grew up into a child. Multiple other short clips are projected with that same family until the projector malfunctions.
As the projector begins to shut down a man could be seen seated in a wooden chair as if he were watching a movie, surrounded by old photo holders and an opened beer. He gets up to fix the projector but something could be seen in his hand. A picture of that same family, but this one doesn't have the mother in it.
“We love you,” the projector says as its power source diminishes.
While he shuts it down, he turns to look at the watch on his right wrist and sees the time.
“It's that time again... “ he thinks while heading to a nearby phone.
When he reached it he started to dial a number and waited. As the ring tones sounded he got directed to voicemail which in turn made the man look up to the roof and shake his head a few times.
“Please leave a message,” the phone said.
The man took a deep breath and sighed. He waited a few seconds to say something and his face looked as if he were thinking what he wanted to say.
“Hello Jake, I hope you've been well. I- it's your dad”
As the man’s words continue, Austin is seen entering “his” apartment and looking for clues about who Jake was while also getting ready to head towards CHS.
“I know you may not wanna talk to me, and t-that's all right. I know how you feel, you've made it clear multiple times before and I just wish I knew what to tell you. But after a while I've come to the realization that we gotta talk about it son, it's not gonna solve itself”
After setting up multiple important products in his backpack he looks at his reflection in the mirror.
“I know you've been working hard in school for some time and I completely respect that, but I just… you know… hoped that maybe we could meet sometime soon. It's been very long since the last time we met and well…” the man said through the phone before a long pause was made.
Austin looks at the picture frames of families on the walls. A lot of them were of two parents and a child boy, all of them being happy and in a good mood. He turned to some of them until he finally reached one where he could recognize a single boy. Jake.
“... I- I learned how to make Pancakes! So maybe we could meet one of these days for breakfast?... If you hear this message, please call me back… You may not believe me, but I love you, son,” the man said before hanging up the phone.
He looked back to where there was a video previously projected and focused on the picture frame to the right. Little did he know it was the same one Austin was looking at that same exact moment.
“Who are you, Jake Walker?” Austin asked while looking at the huge red “X” painted over the family picture.