“NNGH!” What the hell is this? Where am I? Why am I cold?... am I dead? As I ponder these thoughts, I stand, feeling the sharp pain in my chest, and I look around. I try to walk, but then I slip. Now, I see the endless void in front of me, and only one word comes out, “fuck”. I turn around quickly and I’m amazed. 

     My brother was right! He DID see a tree in the Crab Nebula! But... how is this possible? I know for sure that I didn’t just bloop out of existence and come here. This has to be a dream. An extremely vivid, and realistic dream. I can feel myself cold, though. I wonder what this means for me. WHAT ABOUT JACOB!? Why did this have to happen when I was just at his front door? He’s gonna think that I ditched him! Wait a minute... hold on just a second! Why am I whining over the boy of my dreams when I’m trapped on a space island!?

    That’s when I notice a sound emanating from the tree. I walk over cautiously and it becomes louder. Over a thousand pained moans fill my ears as I get closer. “The fu...”, my voice trails off in disbelief. I look closer at the leaves and I see faces! A plethora of eyes fixated not on me, but on something distant. Then, they look past me, as if expecting me to turn around. And I do. What awaits my eyes baffles me.

     “Hey!” I scream, as a figure darts around me and then behind the tree. Whatever is behind there is about to get a talk. “With Jim and Berry”, I say out loud as I kiss my fists. My face scrunches up as I ask myself why I just said that out loud. 

     “Δодыφκщфбμσκ”, the figure says. 

     The left side of my face contracts, “Excuse me? Look, I don’t what the hell you are, what the hell this tree is, why I’m in the REMNANTS OF A SUPERNOVA, or why I’m so fucking nonchalant about this”, I pause and get around the tree fast, trying to catch up the being. I fail. “But I would really like to know what I'm doing here and how I got here so I can figure out a way back to my planet.” 

     I hear the figure sigh and chuckle a bit, or something that resembles a chuckle. Then, I feel cold fingers through the back of my hair. So cold, I stand frozen, unable to move. A sharp chill runs down my spine as I feel the words “come with me” being injected into my mind. And I can’t refuse.