He's going to save the world. He's going to save the planet, the solar system, the galaxy, the Universe. You wonder how many times you have to say it in your head to convince yourself that he's going to save you. Because he wouldn't just abandon you here, not when you're millions of miles away from your family and he promised, he promised to try and keep you as safe as he could.
He wouldn't leave you. You trust him with your life.
"He's not comin' back."
You sit down, stare out into the blankness of space, and hold onto the idea of him as hard as you can. Because this is all you have. In the emptiness and nothingness of space, he is all you have. And if he's not there for you, then what does that mean for everything else?
He was the port in the storm, but the planks are coming loose in the wake of an oncoming storm, and there's nothing to hold onto. There is no safety left.
"He has to," you whisper. You hear him sigh. He's given up. But you would never give up on him. He promised. He promised. "He'll save the world. And then he'll save us."
"He better get a move on, then."
She just sighs and turns her gaze towards the heavens. "He'll come."