[Elizabeth was on the boat she worked on during the breach, and when the attack happened it pretty much sank, right away. She died, and doesn't like to think about the way she died, and now she's over the death toll as well. She kept to herself - she can handle a little illness.

Private for Jon
Almost two years in this place, and somehow she's never death tolled. Figures that it took a breach to get her to finally do it. But at least it got her to think. She's thought about what she believes in, and what she can let go of. What the future should be like, and what she wants the future to be like. And one night, just before she closes her eyes, she just thinks it doesn't matter anymore. If I can go home, I can ask for help. We'll figure it out.

And when she wakes up, she climbs out of bed and sees a door next to her dresser. She knows right away what it is, and despite the tightness in her stomach she feels exasperation. The bathroom discovery? Really?

The second thing she does, after opening the door to confirm it's not a wormhole, is call Jon.]

Jon? Ask your recorder where I am.

[Video; public]
[When they've talked, she takes a long bath. She does her hair, puts on a dark purple blouse and high-waisted slacks, and gets on the network.]

I've been thinking a lot about ideals. What we're willing to sacrifice for them. How easy it is to be blinded by them. How we can be absolutely consumed by them.

I really believed everything I talked about on the radio, during the breach. That woman was convinced every single person who called was right, and that everything the authorities said was wrong - worse, that it was an intentional lie. In that way, she was my polar opposite. I believed people habitually lie, and that authorities eventually want the best for the country. If I couldn't trust the government, who could I trust?

[She tucks some hair behind her ear, a simple silver earring glinting in the light of the room.]

I did a lot of things that I wouldn't do anymore, given the chance. I hurt people. I killed people. I lied to my children about who they are. And I did it because I believed in something. And in a way, I can't regret that. My beliefs consumed me, but they gave me purpose.

But I think I've given enough of myself to my country. It's time to go back to my family, and create a life in which my ideals are just one part of myself. I think I deserve that, after everything I sacrificed.

So I'm going to leave in a few days. If you want to say goodbye, come find me. I have a lot of people who aren't here anymore that I'd thank, but the rest of you will have to do. This place can go hang, but at least I met some good people.

[She focuses for a second, and conjures up a light, glowing in the palm of her hand. A little magic, taught to her by someone long-gone. She smiles at the camera, and then turns it off.]