The war has begun and I've been here a year without finding him. This is what I was trying to avoid. Perhaps he's already dead. Perhaps it doesn't matter. I will keep searching. It's entirely possible I'm going insane. But in a mad world, the mad are merely normal. Is what I'm doing, then, in fact, an act of sanity?

You can do what you want with these emails - I don't care. My goal prevents me from much human contact, and requires absolute anonymity. Hence your address. A name in the void from a voice in the void. I don't know what I'm doing...