2:22 P.M. A NEW VIDEO showed the inside of my living room. The giraffe standing there just as I had seen him in the drone footage. My wife’s face appeared.
“Hi, honey. You’ll be landing soon and hopefully getting these messages. There’s no need to stop and get Bobby food at the store. He says there’ll be plenty to eat when we get where we’re going, but please hurry. I’ve got to get some things together for Bobby, but while I’m doing that, he’s gonna fill you in. I love you!”
I watched her lips say those words and then she darted away. All I could see was the bulk of the giraffe’s body until Bobby’s head drifted down into view.
“Um, hello,” he said, his lips flopping around something like a horses and then he turned so that one eye could see the camera. “I’m not really sure how these thi
