I came across time for you, Sarah. I love you. I always have.

Listen, and understand! That Terminator is out there! It can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead.

Should I tell you about your father? Boy, that’s a tough one. Will it effect your decision to send him here, knowing that he is your father? If you don’t send Kyle, you can never be. God, a person could go crazy thinking about this. I suppose I will tell you. I owe him that. Maybe it’ll help if you know that in the few hours that we had together, we loved a lifetime’s worth.

Do I look like the mother of the future? I mean, am I tough? Organised? I can’t even balance my chequebook.

I’ll be back.