The little girl sat there. For minutes, even hours. She sat there and watched her life pass by. She remembered the most happy times of her life. When her mother was still with her. When she was crawl into bed with her when the rain poured and the thunder rumbled. And she remembered the most sad times of her life. When her mother died and left only father to take care of her.

The little girl felt comfortable where she was. Where was she, anyway? The world had ended, and now, she was sitting some where. Was she in the middle of space? Floating away with billions of miniature stars? Was she in a black hole? Was she still falling? Or was she in the middle of nowhere? Was anyone going to find her?

The little girl found herself making the best of what she had. Nothing. She made the best of all the people around her. Nobody. And she made the best of what her life was going to be. Unknown.

The little girl fell asleep on the warm, yellow star. And dreamed of what tomorrow would bring.