The sky was dreary and a shower was coming on. Taylor stepped into the helicopter and buckled in beside the open door. Wertz dashed the destination into the console and took his seat opposite Taylor as the autonomous chopper rose over Fort Knox. It raced over the countryside and Taylor closed his eyes to enjoy the wind and rain against his face. Using this time to reflect on his journey, he thought of Bull and hoped he, Mesha, and their child lived long and happy lives. He saw Penelope and held the image of her in the centre of his mind.
"Where are you?” he said, his voice squashed by the thundering rotors.