Hold on, that's...no, wait, that.... That can't be right.
I don't suppose anyone's heard from a man called Harold Saxon, or a small girl called Yotsuba? No, I don't suppose you have. I'm not picking up a thing from either frequency.
Right. Well. He's actually gone, then. Sent home when there's no home to go to. When there's no life to return to.
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