It is hard to write these words. Something inside of me wants to destroy everything, to burn and break in fury at the cruel blow that fate has delivered us all. My every thought is with you. I cannot sleep for the fear that infects me, of what you may be going through and for rage at my inability to help you. Nothing in my imagination could have prepared me for such terrible suffering, yet I know that it pales into insignificance compared to what you must be facing right now. Despite our shared horror at what has befallen mankind, we have managed over the past few days since the solar event to formulate a plan of action. Jake has become the rock of our team almost overnight. He has, I suspect, the least of concerns as he has no family to worry about. Bobby, an orphan, appears also to have risen to the challenge. The rest of us labour through our duties like robots, unable to free our thoughts from family and loved ones. For all we know, as we work our cities burn and citizens are dying in countless numbers.
