Peter, I sent you a letter. It contains something of mine. I imagine you called me to ask why would you send such a strange letter? And when you tried to call, I didn’t answer. So you came to find me at the lab. But I was not to be found. I was here one moment and vanished from the face of the earth the next. I want you to know I’m fine. And living many, many years from now. You will never see me again. You will never see me again, because it had to be this way to ensure the future of our humanity. Your future. The future of Olivia. And the future of Etta. I don’t want you to be sad. The time we had together we stole. I cheated fate to be with you. And we shouldn’t have had that time together, but we did. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. I don’t want to say good-bye. But I will say… I love you, son.
Yes, Senator, I have a job. The same job I have had in three administrations and six wars. To defend our national security. And I assure you we are not secure. Yes, sometimes a threat is familiar. But I have come to learn that sometimes it is far worse – and when it is worse, when the threat is unimaginable, that is when we are at the door. And you should thank God for that.