What's the difference between life and death, truly? Where would one's soul travel off to once it has no body to control? Would it force itself into something it loved? Would it become one with another soul? Would it desperately try to take control of that lifeless body it once owned?

Too many questions and worries in Blue's head, yet no answers to any of it. Not from the endless web of truths and deceptions, not from Veronica, not from the universe itself.

Blue finds himself resting his upper body on top of his trusty work desk, looking out at the stars through his window. He slowly closes his eyes, seeing images of better outcomes...

Running around in a field of flowers, relaxing under the warm sun at a beach, harvesting an apple from a tree and eating it, finding a worm inside of the apple and laughing at its silly little face...

Blue opens his eyes and snaps back to reality. A reality in which he is not doing any of those things, nor is he able to. He's stuck floating in space on a small ship, forever. He pushes his body off the desk and looks down at the numerous scattered papers on it. Rubbing at his eyes, he quickly gets back to work.