Silence...there was nothing to be heard except for the blood pulsing through his ears, and his raspy breath. It had been 14 days since he had abandoned the ship with the others. At first the coms were an uproar of activity in the pod as people fled the attack, but as the days went on they grew more and more silent. The last contact he had was with a young woman. She was scared, but calm. He thought briefly of the last thing she said before going silent..."I'm sorry". It was cold and his power supply wasn't going to last much longer, two days max. His food had run out and his water filtration system could not be powered anymore. He sat back and look into the emptiness of space and at the stars thinking...thinking of home. His beautiful wife, and his two beautiful daughters. A wave of sadness swept over him, not because he was afraid to die, not because he was alone, but because he didn't want them to be left alone, he was sad because of all the pain they would have to go through. As the tears fell he looked at his wife's picture...."I'm sorry"