I was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the world go by. Figures walked past, all species, shapes, and sizes that lived on earth. Except for one. My own. In my life, spanning better than ten millennia, I had seen so much. When I was young, people always said to travel the world. And that I did. In a few hundred years, everyone started going to the stars. And I followed. I can still remember looking out the window at the planet that had been my home. And still my life went on. I traveled from one end of the galaxy to the other, a journey that took me to incredible places, led me to meet incredible people of races I had never thought of. Then I returned home, but, in humanity's absence, the world had changed dramatically. The sky was still blue, the sun still shone, cities were still around. But humanity was no longer the dominant species. Indeed, we'd left no more record of our existence then caveman had of theirs. Instead of humans, animals, specifically mammals, had evolved to take our place. And there i met the most incredible person I ever would. Some say that a relationship such as ours shouldn't have happened. We ignored them. And now, she's gone, our children off on their own journeys, and I'm sitting on a park bench. Dying, slowly. I pick up my phone and say my goodbyes. My children, fully grown, appear before me, begging me not to go. But it is my time. But I still have time enough to remember all that I have seen, to hug my boys one last time. And then… peace. At long last. Peace.