Dear Jane, Four letter words, both of us. I find that eerily comforting. Just as saying this in a letter you won’t ever get to read. Or, if you do, the people you could talk to about it are rather numbered.

Somehow things are starting to fade… I almost would be worried that something happened to Jack. Fortunately he broke his promise and contacted me. He says he’s fine. I still feel something is wrong…

Certainly a night to remember. And refreshingly Jean-free, as much as I hate to say it.

So it’s done now. The senate is no more. And as I said to Simon what seems a lifetime ago: My name will forever be connected to that little experiment. Doesn’t matter if it’s for good or for bad. There is no real good in this world anyway.

This is it. I can’t possibly go any further than this. This is as far as my humble feet will carry me. From now on, I can only break. And I will. I have.