Gregor thought about the last rocket he had been on, could it have really been sixteen years ago? Flying through space with Munch, just a puppy then, sleeping on his lap.

That was back when they allowed pets on this planet. Before the outbreak wiped them all out, and the hope with them.

He tried to shake the past out of his head, but the scotch seemed to be giving it traction.

It was painful, losing Munch, but it made this decision easier.

Nothing left here. No animals, no dreams, no hope.

Matti nudged him. “You still with me?”

Gregor forced what he hoped was a smile. “All the way to Mars, buddy.”

“Good, cause we’re next.”

The two walked through the gate and boarded the rocket.