So it would appear this is the end... of my journal, at least.
Why? Well - because I've officially run out of paper. It was bound to happen sooner or later, considering I've pieced this thing together from every scrap of wide rule, take-out menu and newspaper clipping I could find. And frankly, it's starting to look a little beautiful mindy, just sans the genius.
We've been through a lot together, this journal and me. It's been my confidant, helping me make sense of everything I've seen in this crazy world. Good and bad. Beautiful and ugly. Breathtaking and utterly impossible. It's kept my hopes and dreams, let me find footing in a world without even the base levels of physics. But it's also where I hide. Instead of telling people how I feel - who I am and what I truly want - I stuffed it all in these pages. And I don't know if that's doing anyone any good. So, it's finally time to let all of my nonsense out into the big, scary world. For better - and most likely - for worse.
However, before I go - someone once said, "If you want to see a change in the world, it can only be as good as you imagine it to be." And considering everything that's happened and the unknown road ahead, maybe instead of just hoping for the best, I should actually put down what I WANT to happen.
The Patriots will fall. I don't know how or when but I know where it will start. Willoughby. Somehow, Rachel and Gene saved that town, against all odds, against all reason - they did it. And I can't think of a more poetic place for the healing to start than the little town that was the center of the Patriot plan for global domination. It won't be easy - and it might very well cost more lives along the way - but I know we'll make the sacrifice. Because that's what heroes do.
From there, it will only get better. I know Miles and Monroe's emotional tug-of-war will probably go on forever, but even as they argue, fight, makeup and repeat, in the end, they'll realize they hate working for Texas and form a new republic themselves. The Matheson Republic. But ya know - a real one this time, with the understanding that you can't have justice without compassion. I'm certain it will have its share of skeletons, like Neville or Truman or even Connor (I never did like that kid. Bad news). But, eventually, it will spread across what used to be America, taking on friends, making allies and setting things right, once and for all.
And through it all, Charlie. I've watched her grow up in front of me - transforming from a wide-eyed kid, desperate to see the world into a dark, tortured soldier living minute-to-minute - and finally into the hopeful, resolute woman she is today. She might have started out just wanting family, but honestly, I don't know if that's in the cards for her. She has a destiny. One that will probably affect my future, and maybe the future of everyone on this planet. And thankfully, I can't think of anyone I would trust more with it. Her story has only just begun.
As for the Nano of it all - who knows? Maybe they'll try and turn us all into mindless zombies, use us as living batteries or create a giant rat army and attempt to push us into the ocean. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. Not as long as we're together. We've taken on murdering militias, psychopathic warlords, religious nut jobs, crazed drug dealers and even the freaking United States government. We've lost loved ones and seen cities burn. We've stared into the end of the world more times than I can count and you know what? This family - MY FAMILY - is still here. We love each other and always will. So fate, bring your worst. I double dog dare you. We can take it.
BECAUSE WE WILL NEVER STOP FIGHTING FOR ONE ANOTHER.
Until we meet again...
- Aaron Pittman