Astronaut Jack Archer stared through the cracked window. The sun appeared like a bright yellow pin prick in the universe.
The ship’s lights flickered.
After the damaged suffered on the rough landing, power may last days or hours.
Archer knew the risks when he volunteered for this mission. He didn’t care.
Life on Pluto couldn’t be any colder or more desolate than living on Earth without his late wife.
He clipped her photo to the dashboard. He would be happy to die admiring her face.
She would bring him eternal peace.
Power suddenly shutoff.
Infinite darkness invaded the tiny vessel.