"Hey." Chris rubbed his eyes and readjusted on his seat.

"When I convinced myself this theory had an actual chance of succeeding, I dove right into it. I mean, if you don't really know how something works, all you can do is really guess, right? The problem", he accompanied that word with air quotes, "is that when I do read more, I never really seem to get to a point where I think that this isn't completely insane and that it will ever get to work." He grinned at the camera.

"You know those moments where someone asks you a question and honestly you have no idea what they're talking about? So you get home and look it up, and it turns out to be pretty simple. Well, every time I read something at this point I'm completely lost and in no way can I establish what's wrong or what's right or what Quantum theory is going to help me and that planet up there", he winked at the camera, "get through it." A sly smile appeared on his face. "I'll just, somehow, how to find out what theory is the most logical and apply it, cross my fingers and hope it works. So much for saving the world, right?" He grinned at the camera again, leaning backward with his hands wrapped around the back of his head. "It's going to be a flip of a coin every try, every assumption. If I win, my journey progresses a step closer. If I lose, frankly, I don't lose much at all. I lose time, and an idea. The only thing I'm worried about here is..." he paused for a second. "What if no matter what I think of, no matter what I try, or build, it's not going to be enough? I'll sit here, look back at the hundreds of years that have passed and realize that I wasn't able to do it. Until that point, at least. Because, in the end, I know I'll never stop trying. I simply just can't. This isn't about me anymore, I've realized. Sure, I'm the fool picked to get rid of this mess. But there's going to be a moment, no matter how long it will take, where time continues. And the idea of Earth not surviving, Sarah not surviving.." nodding he came to a silence.

"The thing that I'm worried about, right now, is the moment where I'llneed something important. Something precise, or something heavy, or somethingclever. There will be a time," Chris said, rubbing his hands over his pants inan effort to keep them warm, "where I'm going to need a robot, or a machine, ora computer. I have NASA's state of the art equipment with me, but some are justsimply inoperable for one person." He sighed deeply. "That means I have to divein another subject. Manufacturing and coding a robot. Can't you just help butwonder how long this would've lasted if they picked someone with actuallyvaluable skills for a situation like this? The only thing I would've been goodfor was explaining why having a crushed up planet in their galaxy was actuallya good thing and that we did them a favor." He laughed at the camera. "SometimesI miss the simplicity of that job. It was so highly... regular, you know?" Hestared at the lens. "This, all this.." he gestured around him. "It's all sohighly unpredictable..."