I have no time.
Short summary.
In case I die…
Zim called.
Or his transmission called for him.
It popped up on the screen with his face and I-I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move.
He was asking for help. Telling me his coordinates and the time and the situation.
Dear God…thank you. Thank you.
If he's alive still…I'll stop hunting him. I'll give up junk food and late nights on the computer. I just need him…
Taking off soon. Can't waste time.
Once I'm in space and on autopilot…I can give a better report.