Silence in the dark. A light is lit with shaking hands.
In a window you see a pale shadow of a girl whose name you no longer remember. You shout cautiously, but it's too late and the building explodes again in a roaring sea of flame.
As the smoke passes through the street, you quickly tell Mission Control that everything is alright.
It's like an endless nightmare.
You wish you had acted differently.
You wish you had not been chosen to explore the mysterious alien spaceship.
You wish you knew what to do - what to make of it all.
But there are no answers. The only thing you're sure about - whatever happens, it's all your fault.
Mission Control for USS Spirit of Humanity: We are losing the connection. I repeat...