Claire…

She left me….

Alone…

In that blast…

But I mustn't blame her. She was a victim of a terrible scheme conducted by our own President Hawks.

She looked so pretty before she left. Her hair tied back, just quickly thrown into a ponytail. She was the only person I knew who could do it like that and make it seem like a top-of-the-range hair style. Her glasses ever so slightly slid down her nose. She was so cute like that.

As she left that house, I never knew it would be the last time I would she her.

And I just sat there, looking the top hat she had presented me with like a fish, mouth slightly hung open.

I wish I had told her how much I loved her.

How much I loved our unborn child…

We were going to call it Jenni if it was a girl, or Sam if it was a boy.

But now I'll never know…

I think of you ever day, Claire and Jenni/Sam.

I miss you terribly, but it helps me to think that you're in a better place.

No war. Hate. Death.

And I hope, you're looking down at me.

And love me as much as I love you.