Noah had saved us. Without his drone we would still be on the trails, walking endless circles. He had saved me. Without him, I would have lost my mind.
Seated on my bed, I stared at the black leather cover of Jasper"s journal resting in my lap. Inside it, he had penned his experiences at C.E.C.I.L., how he"d come to learn of the plan, and what he personally suffered. On his deathbed, Jasper told me where I would find it and that it held answers to my questions. Apart from my memories, the journal was all there was left of Jasper"s existence. His employer, the man whose name I wouldn"t say or think upon, had destroyed any other personal belongings he"d had at the compound. But there was more than just Jasper"s words written inside, I had added my own thoughts. The idea seemed absurd now. M
