Three years later, I'm sitting next to Ritchie in 1960. I've got a laptop on my lap and him looking over my shoulder at what I'm writing.

Sure, it's kind of risky with the laptop, but I've got to write this down.

I wrote this not only to tell the story, but for Anna and my future kids when I tell them what they are. So, here you are:

You are important. Not because of your 'gift' (it's genetics, really). You're important because you're alive.

We don't know how this happened or where the whole thing came from, but maybe you can give figuring it out a shot.

Being a Traveler makes you different, but different is okay. It's good. And I hope when you read this, it's already been accepted. You may not be able to tell everyone about this (and I suggest you don't), but I want you to embrace it. Use it for good. Use it to help people. If history 100% needs to be changed, then change it.

That's what I'm planning to do, anyway. Ritchie and I are thinking about taking Darrel and Jack into the future if we can find that stuff that Joe made. Solve the world's problems, figure out who built these things.

Maybe you could help us out.

Maybe I'm dead by the time you're reading this.

Maybe I've already figured it out.

Maybe you didn't even read this.

Sure, it's risky to read emails from people you don't know. Probably. But if you're reading these words, I can see you don't listen to Mom as well as I thought.

That's a good thing. Believe me.

You needed to hear this. So you know what happened. Why Joe died. Why I disappeared. What you are.

I miss you, Anna.

Be careful out there.
Love, Claire