I have a feeling we'll be moving out soon so I may not get a chance to write for some...

[Peter reads a letter from the *real* Luke Trimble on the train back to L.A. given to him by Adele]
Luke Trimble: Dearest Adele: I have a feeling we'll be moving out soon so I may not get a chance to write for some time. Thank you for all your letters. I can 't tell you how much they cheer me up and make me think of home. I'm not trying to frighten you. I'm going into this having accepted that I may not be back. If that should happen, promise you will not mourn my passing. Move on, live your life to the fullest in order to give mine meaning and to honor the cause we're fighting to achieve. When bullies rise up, we have to beat them down, whatever the cost. That's a simple idea, I suppose, but one worth giving everything for. The only thought that saddens me, aside from failing at our task is the thought of never seeing you. Not holding you, not seeing our children grow, not spending the passing years with you. If I should not come back, know that I will never truly leave you. Should you be walking years from now on a spring day and feel a warm breeze graze your cheek that warm breeze will be me, giving you a kiss. Remember, finally, above all that I love you. Luke