Space and time continued for the troubled orange alien. The more the little creature thought of his best friend, the more depressed he became. His emotions got the better of him as tears began to form and run down his cheeks. Small gasps exhaled from his body as he wiped rivers of tears from his eyes.
"If I can somehow just... rewind time and save her..." He grieved, pulling his hat off of his head, looking at the star that was sewn on. He sighed, a long sigh, and closed his eyes, pulling his hat closer to his body, embracing it. Wander hugged his hat and began to cry into it, muffling the sound of his whimpers.
"Sylvia..."
The star nomad pulled his head out of the hat. Watery eyes looked in the distance to find a pea size planet, getting smaller and smaller until it wasn't visible anymore. The bubble around the sobbing creature still remained intact. It filtered the outside color of space, stars, and planets' atmospheres and other colors. Bubbles were the way he and Sylvia traveled through space. Countless memories were held inside: laughter, jokes, their happiness, and overall good times. The orange fuzz ball looked at the sewn star on his hat once more. Tears filled his eyelids and overflown the edges, dripping down his cheeks and onto the yellow star and absorbed into the cloth of the hat.
"I-Is there another planet nearby?" Wander thought out loud. His head turned to the right. Nothing. To the left. Nothing. Wander's little head turned in all directions and saw no planets in the distance. All he saw was the emptiness of how space really was. Stars shined millions of light years away. The vast majority of life lived millions and millions of light years away from Wander's standpoint. Wander couldn't travel that enormous distance in a short amount of time.
"I got to!" Wander tried to encourage himself into traveling. His small feet moved forward, shoes rubbing against the bottom of the bubble. It began to spin and move forward. Wander was looking all around, trying to find at least something. Bright blue shoes halted, as did the bubble. Wander's head looked all around him and saw nothing but blackness. The color black swallowed him. At this point, there was no where to go for the little creature. It was useless to continue to travel; all hope was running out for Wander.
"Should I go back?" Wander thought, "No! No! That is just-no!"
Wander continued to think of possible ways to get somewhere, he didn't want to get stuck in the middle of nowhere, but by the looks of it, that is the only thing that could happen. He didn't want to go back to that horrid planet where Hater and his army of Watchdogs were at, causing infinite amounts of destruction in their paths. Wander sighed again.
The fuzzy creature put his green hat back on and lowered it to cover his face. He frowned and salty tears began to run down his cheeks once again. He sat down and began to blame himself inside his mind with his own thoughts. Images of Sylvia's body haunted him as the images would flash and fill his mind with terror. Hater's smile was another factor that added to the horrid visions. If Hater was there to watch Wander cry and break down, he would have loved every single second of it. He would relish it and probably remind Wander of how Sylvia had fell and passed on due to his elite army.
Wander sighed and looked at his shoes. His vision began to fail and blur a little bit, flickering almost. But the darkness around him did not look any better than the darkness inside his eyelids and conscious.