Chris sighed. "Honest to God, I really don't know if I can do this anymore." He ran his fingers over his temples, his forehead covered in a deep frown. I've been so busy, so unbelievably busy. I've learned chemistry, math, physics, things I could've never even imagined, and yet I'm still so far away. Do you know how slow everything goes when you have to do it on your own? Well neither did I. I have the time of the world and I still feel like it's going too slow. Making explosives carefully, checking, re-checking, creating rocket fuel. I can use some of NASA's stuff, some of the government's, I can take things from companies, but everything takes time. A car is not as quick as you'd want it to be when traveling all the way through a country." He rubbed his eyes.

"There's just so much that needs to be done and I'm not getting anywhere. It's been over twenty years. Over twenty god damn years since the day we should've all died. And yet, here I am, feeling as hopeless as ever. It's been over fifteen years since I started with the project itself. I went into space. You know how I ecstatic I was to make that happen? To have it succeed? I launched a space mission by myself and succeeded. How many people are able to say that? I'd say none. But I have no one with me to brag to. Sarah's not here.Sometimes I wish this would all just be over. Honestly I don't know why I done take a break. Nothing seems to be going anywhere anyway. I don't know what todo. I've done so much and yet done nothing at all." He rubs his eyes. "I'll be fine, I guess. I just need to stay level-headed and stay sane. I wouldn't want to go crazy, I'm way too busy and stressed to be hanging out with a crazy person all day." A slight grin appeared on his exhausted face. "Anyway, I have a planet to blow up. I'll get back to you."