The camera had been running for fifteen minutes before Chris uttered his first word. He seemed lost in his thoughts as he stared out of the window: "You know, back then, before the time stop... you could just do whatever. Of course, you had rules, obligations, repercussions. Now I have all the freedom of the world, all the time in the world, and yet there's just one path ahead for me." He shook his head.

"It's been, how long now? 55 years? 60 years? Somewhere, something has given me this opportunity, and I can't help but wonder why. Don't think I'm ungrateful for the chance our people was provided, even if it comes down on my shoulders and on my shoulders alone. I'll carry that burden, and in the end, if this is ever over, I'll be sure to not have regretted a single second. But, you know, if this does ever end", he looked sternly at the camera, "make sure to do it right. Don't screw it up. You just can't. Not after all this time. Not after everything that has yet to come." He stared out of the window again, his hands twirling around the wedding ring on his finger.

"I've really never spoken that much about Sarah. On these logs. I've thought about her, a lot. But I can't help but admit that as every day passes, her memory becomes more distant, as if my new experiences are pushing her out of my head. The times we've shared together, the love we have, the smell of her hair as she cuddles me tightly..." He sighed again, and the silence was a heavy one.

"Let's say I manage this. This whole saving the Earth project. Everything, to the last and tiniest detail, goes smooth... It will take me, another, what, 60 years? A hundred years? A thousand years? There's so much to do, so much left to learn. If at that moment, when time continues again, everything is the same for them, for everyone else, for Sarah, somehow they are saved... and I'm there...", he shook his head. "You know that's never going to work. Not after this." He looked in the camera again. "But you just don't know how to deal with it yet."