Escaping Denver, batch 4, episode 7, The Cost. I guess I've been so preoccupied with Noah and Sarah reuniting that I've neglected to address some pretty big developments in our story.

Tunnel Tarzan, dead.

Harper? Dead.

I mean, I should be happy.

That crazy clone was after me,

and I've had to try to cover my tracks as best I could,

and yes, I know I was on a train, not the smartest.

I mean, just think of the trains,

and all the cameras at every station, just littered with eyes.

And while I'm not so deluded into thinking that the government, in all of its infinite resources, is hunting for me.

I mean, I'm not even on their radar.

What I am saying is that the collective, in all of its infinite resources, is hunting me.

Looking for me, and if I was looking for someone who's riding on trains, I'd start with the cameras at the stations.

I'm not even that smart, and I'd start there.

What was I thinking?

Or maybe this was all part of the plan.

Ever think about that? Of course you didn't, because...

Look, I'm tired, and I need to know I'm running for a good reason, beyond for my life,

which I acknowledge is already a pretty good reason.

You know what I mean?

Purpose, answers, and we're about to get some.

So sit down, brace yourself, or whatever whatever because things are going to get weird.

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