“We did it…” he wheezes into his helmet, wasting precious air on words that need not be said. The young man, no more than twenty, smiles, as from the ocean of blurry lights all around him emerges a very purposeful collection of them: a space station. He crawls backwards and tweaks a makeshift lever with his foot, a jet of propulsion sending him on a course towards his intended target.
“This is what I am going to do for you, sir,” the strange businesswoman with the blonde hair responds. She motions to her associate, who quickly steps over and presents her superior with a thin plastic case, which is in turn presented to the man at the other side of the table. The glare of the sun bounces off the plastic, obscuring its fine detail, but he can very distinctly make out the glint of gold within.
I am in Boston,
Visiting friends, having fun.
I am back Tuesday.
The so-called Danny-boy doesn’t quite comprehend exactly what just happened at first. He sees the stone suddenly sail backwards in the opposite direction, exactly like it would if it had hit a wall, except there was no wall to hit, just clear blue sky as far as the eye could see. He trails the dying arc of the stone to the ground, where it bounces once before losing itself in the tall grass.
“Wait, wait, no, hang on…” Daniel stutters, his eyes rapidly flipping from the ground near the rock to the sky above. “That didn’t just… Do, do it again, I didn’t get a good look the first time!”
Jashe rolls his eyes and merely goats his mount forwards. “Come on, ya little runt; yer gonna want to touch it anyways, might as well get it over with early.”
“What do you mean, ‘it ends’? It can’t just, end!” Daniel exclaims, bringing up his mount alongside the old man’s.
“What the damn hell…? A’course it ends!” Jashe says back to him like it was an obvious answer. “Errything’s gotta end! Where else would it go?”