AN: I know that our sun can't go supernova but just go along with it for the sake of the story ;P if enough people like it, I will definitely continue writing this c: if not, consider it a prompt for your own imagination.

Earth was a relatively young planet dominated by organisms that had barely passed infancy in their evolution. They had only just discovered the stars and only began to wonder if other sentient beings existed on a world besides their own. The Richi family was one founded on logic, reason, and science. From day two, Roxanne had been exposed to the stars by her father. Mr Richi was one of the few scientists at NASA who had been let in on a secret only the highest security clearance level could access. Even the president of the United States did not know that they had found a planet that not only had the ability to sustain life, but appeared to have what most science fiction fans could only dream of: humanoids. Mr Richi was one rocket scientist in the top group of five. He was also a constant pessimist and believed that the odds were not in Earth's favor. He believed that the sun would collapse some time within his daughter's life. He was not okay with that. He studied the sun flares, which grew more and more erratic. When he had found out his wife was pregnant, Michael Richi began working on a rocket that could potentially save his daughter's life some day. He went so far as to work the books to sneak out enough rocket fuel for the tiny pod he made.

Mrs Richi was a writer. She loved history and reading. When she found out she was pregnant, she began writing a little book for her baby. Her husband's worry had made her worry as well. She packed as much information about her family into a little notebook and began a second one, this one with pictures. She described how human anatomy worked and what she could expect if she really was separated from her mother. In the front of the notebook, she tucked a letter to whoever found her daughter. She kept telling herself that it was just nerves, but her gut told her otherwise.

To Whomever May Find This:

My name is (or should I say was?) Penelope Richi and if you are reading this, then my husband was right and our sun has indeed collapsed into a black hole. Richard, my husband, began building this pod when I found out that I was pregnant. My daughter's name is Roxanne Amanda Richi and she will be a bright young girl. Her father is one of the best scientists in our country and one of a handful of people who know about the existence of the planet this pod has been set to go to. Of course, if you're reading this, Roxanne is the only human left. Please take care of her and treat her well. Inside her pod you will find notebooks with as many details as I could save for her. A good portion of human history, anatomy, different kinda of animals that existed here, and a full health history of her family. In this notebook I have included details about the normal human early development patterns. I can only hope now that someone with a kind heart (or hearts :) ) will find my precious daughter. My husband and I love her more than ourselves. She's the only hope for our kind.

By the time Roxanne was actually born, Richard and Penelope were terrified about the current solar weather. The sun was almost constantly reaching new peaks in temperature and burning off much more hydrogen than it should. Richard quit his job to stay at home with his family for the time (which he believed to be very limited) he had left with his lovely blue eyed wife and adorable, chubby baby girl with a tiny tuft of brown hair on her head. She had been listening to classical music since she was still in her mother's womb. Richard knew that the beings that Roxanne would land amongst had much larger brains and probably much smarter than the average human. He wanted to give her as much of a boost as possible. Whenever she was awake she was constantly learning. She was crawling two months ahead of schedule and said her first word at nine months. Yes, Roxanne would be a very bright human girl. By her first birthday, she could walk all by herself. Of course, the little girl's birthday turned out to be the last day of human history.

Everyone was panicked except for Roxanne's parents. They stuck all of Roxanne's notebooks and legal documents as well as several toys and enough food and oxygen to last twice as long as they expected it to take for her to land on a distant planet. Richard calmly checked all the systems and made doubly sure that there was a backup for every backup including fuel to get her there. With only a couple hours to spare, the loving parents wrapped their daughter in her favourite blanket, kissed her on either cheek, put her favourite Mozart CD on and headphones on her head, and told her they'd see her soon and not to be afraid. She whimpered a little when the plexiglass window at the front of the pod closed her off from her parents. They waved at her sadly before the pod rocketed off into space. Roxanne was immediately distracted by the stars around her. She pressed her chubby hands against the window and stared at every thing she passed with wide blue eyes. Within a few hours, the Mozart had put her to sleep and she dreamt peacefully of her solar system mobile, the cake she'd smashed into her mouth that morning, and her parents' loving faces.