The empty vastness of The Universe leaves room for a lot of reflection. Stuck as I am, I have nothing but time to agonize over my past, my future that could have been. What did I miss that was right beside me? What simple pleasures am I now devoid of that I took for granted?

Being able to move, for example.

The Disasteroid hit me hard enough to crush several bones and I've found myself unfortunately paralyzed. I'm just drifting slowly further and further away from the Earth. If I could get close enough, I could have been pulled back in by its gravity, but as it is, I don't really know where I'm headed. As it goes, an object in motion…

…I'm honestly waiting to be done in by impact with another asteroid. Or perhaps some great power will take pity on me and send a comet flying into me. I'll burn up and just be another wish someone made.

I miss Maddie. Not Fenton - I mean, I do miss her too - but the one I crave the companionship of is my cat, Maddie. Perhaps I should have given her own name. A creature that provided me with companionship deserves a unique name of her own. I wonder where she's ended up. Is she fat and happy with a family somewhere? Does she now fight for her life on the streets?

My wealth.

My fame.

Here, in the void of space, it means nothing.

...What have I wasted my life on?!

Revenge, a petty, petty revenge. If I'd just looked elsewhere, could I have found my own little spring of happiness? Could I have had family photos like the Fentons', with warm smiles and hearts? Even if I had been denied that...could I have at least continued to be a friend to Jack - bumbling oaf - and keep a relationship with Maddie, as friends? Could I have just lived honestly and still become an uncle and mentor to Jasmine and Daniel?

Could I have, could I have, could I have.

Questions asked too late.

"If you could go back, would you? Would you give up your own anger and instead save those you once tried to destroy?"

I'm beginning to hear voices. They say such extreme isolation can cause hallucinations of all kinds-

"VLAD MASTERS-PLASMIUS. ARE YOU READY…"

The last bit fades, and I can't quite hear…

Am I ready for what?

"To let go."