I don't know where I'm going. I don't know where I've been.

Disregard anything I've told you about where we're going or we're we've been.

We don't know where we are right now, nor do we know the whereabouts of our next location. We cannot tell you where we have been before, all we do know is that no man has gone there before.

Scratch Pennsylvania. Scratch me leaving the cornfields...I will join Malachai and the other children soon (whenever I find their patch) if I don't leave before going insane.

So I won't be out of here for a long while yet...and who knows where we're going next!