Well, indeed.
The Last of Us.
Us, the core that young Brad brought in. Smart, Brown, Tatum, as one. The city. The team. The US. To lose the S, notably the beginning and the end of the word and now the truth of the word SERIES. Then you only have a U. And that U, phonetically, and in its reality, is but only of one.
Think as we wanted, wanting as we thought...it did not make it real. Only when we eat while crying upon the game and opportunities lost can we taste what life is like. And what is life but its variations, no matter the further explanations, but a series of events that are absolutely, utterly, unequivocally, and inexplicably odd?