The rain slid down his bedroom window.
It was April and spring had begun. He curled up into a ball and tried to block out the voices in his head.
Explosion.
An accident.
There were no survivors.
He couldn�t be gone. Chris kept saying those words, over and over.
He didn�t notice the other presence in the room. The cool hand on his brow. The blanket tossed over him.
Nothing could break through the ice that had formed around his heart.
He was dead.
Space was so far away now.
It was April and it was raining.
Lance was gone.