This is it.

This is how the world is going to end.

Bellamy Blake furrowed his brow as his eyes grazed upon the pages. Crude handwriting filled the pages of the small notebook, which had been yellowed over the decades. He found the notebook sitting in his mother's nightstand, as he rifled through her items.

Earth will soon be nothing but a floating mass of fire just aimlessly orbiting in space. There is nothing I can do about it. I have heard rumors of a ship, one that will be sent into space. Of course, that is classified information that I shouldn't have even heard.

Imagine that, Tracey Blake who is too afraid to fly in an airplane, living in space.

It's my one chance at survival.