Gabrielle, I'm telling you now, since I know you're reading this, that my only interest is sealing this wormhole in the future. I don't care who you are, I don't care how you're connected to all this, I couldn't care less. For all I know you're foreign agents trying to steal U.S. technology, or aliens from the 8th dimension. Who cares? This is bigger than me and you and anyone's national security. I'm begging you, just tell me what I need to know, what you think I know, so that I can solve this entire mess. I just keep thinking that you must know something more than I do to react this way. What if that information is what I need to solve this? To fix this disaster in the future. They're going to die, Gabrielle. The entire human race will die if we don't do something, and something right, and do it soon. Please, please, just lay aside whatever it is that has you so frightened and help me. If not for me, and if not for Christine, then for your kids. If we don't fix this the world is going to end up empty, dead and bereft of anyone who remembers what it meant to be human. Please don't let that happen. Please.