Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa. Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa.
"Stop."
Sierra. Tango. Oscar—
The Machine is asking us to stop looking for her. Perhaps the Machine does know. Perhaps it has a plan. But for our own survival, our sanity, I believe we must reconcile ourselves with never knowing the truth. Otherwise, our pursuit of it will consume us entirely.
Good-bye, Harold.





