You left a plastic bag in your room with what sound to be mechanical parts or something; not sure if it's important but anyway I stuck it in the kitchen cabinet directly above the sink just in case you come by when I'm not here.
I want to apologize again for all the drama, theft, and whatnot. I feel both terrible and embarrassed about your camera being taken in particular. I should have acted quicker when things started disappearing and when Pete started to make himself a permanent resident of the living room, but I was distracted by the Tale of the Crazy Girlfriend and my book being overdue and all of that and also wanted to make sure I got rid of Pete in a way that wouldn't cause any serious problems. I'm sorry that my poor judgment and irresponsibility has caused you difficulties during your first month in New York, and I hope you don't think too terribly of me.
As I mentioned earlier, I may have a considerable amount of money coming in starting a couple of months from now, and as soon as I'm able to do so I'll give you whatever you need to replace the camera. Obviously I can't promise that this will happen soon as it will all depend on how my projects work out and whatnot, but I promise you that at some point I'll make this right for you.
Good luck with everything, and I hope to see you soon.