Sunday, August 6

Once more.

August 2082

Two years now and I’ve found you. The world has found you again. There you are. That reporter, she outed you. The great pilot has gone into space to protect the lifeline. That’s what she said and you nodded but you looked like you’d been shot as they pointed the camera right at your face.

I don’t think that’s why you went there.

I am going to go there. I need to ask you why.