“How many years had I hated my father because I thought he had betrayed us, betrayed me? His paranoia, words, and teachings all a symptom of his mental illness; a mental illness he never had. They had controlled my suspicions the same way, by using the fear that I would wind up like my father if I didn’t keep it contained, hidden, buried deep inside me - the truth. The truth I had always known. My Dad may not have been able to save himself. He may not have been able to save Marathon, NY, or all the areas the parents that attended Kadrin’s ceremony had come from, but he was going to save all the rest of the lives, and he saved mine. My heart had been dead for so long. Now it was alive and beating strong. Cat! His legacy, to finish what he’d begun! Published successfully, it read. I turned the computer off, then backtracked through the woods. I tossed the computer into the Fountain. Sighing, I threw my phone in after the computer and returned to the Hole to come up with a name for my new baby brother. A child without a birth certificate or a social security number. A child that, to the government, didn’t exist. What they didn’t know could hurt them. I’d make sure of it.”