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Scott and Eric got off the subway train in Sherman Square at the corner of King and Danvers Streets. Eric always found it amusing that Scott would put him through the tortures of public transportation when he could defy the laws of gravity and get to wherever he was going much quicker than any bus or subway train could possibly do so. However, he understood that while he found it tedious, Scott did desire to live somewhat of a normal life, and that included such monotonous tasks as taking the subway. 

As they made their way through Sherman Square, Scott looked around at the vibrant downtown center which had been compared by many to Times Square in New York, he couldn’t help but to feel almost overwhelmed by the entire scene. He truly loved Lost Haven, and he had since the first time his parents brought him into the city when he was a child, and every time he found himself in Sherman Square, he felt like that six year old boy again. In fact, he hoped that after he and Eric had finished securing the business permit from City Hall, that he might be able to take in some of the sights that Sherman Square had to offer.

“So what do you think?” Eric asked out of the blue.

“About what?” Scott asked, genuinely confused.

“About the thing that I’ve been talking to you about since this morning.” Eric said, slightly annoyed. “Tomorrow night. Us. Going out. Any of this ringing any bells?” 

“Oh, right. We’ll see, I’ve got a few things I need to do.” Scott said.

“Why are you avoiding this? She’s perfect for you. She’s smart, funny, sexy as hell and you guys would be great together.” Eric said, rehashing the same argument he’d been making since Scott came back from the West Coast.

“I don’t know, I just don’t know if I’m ready.” Scott explained.

“Look man, I know what happened with Nikki was harsh, but this girl isn’t her. You can’t…” Eric’s voice trailed off as his eyes became glued to a massive object in the eastern sky that seemed to be falling toward earth. Eric didn’t know what it was, but it was at least the size of two football fields and it appeared to be heading right for the city.

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[b][i]Maine Airspace, Outside Lost Haven:[/b][/i]

As Airman Chris Brady pulled back on the yoke of his F/A-18 Super Hornet fighter jet, the aircraft seemed to increase speed. He did not know all the details of what had happened, however, he did know that the military had been monitoring the private space station Gold Dawn as it slowly fell out of orbit and threatened to impact Earth. 

The military brass had been hopeful that the crew of the space station would be able to correct whatever problems they were experiencing, however, repeated calls to the Gold Dawn went unanswered. When it became clear that whatever had happened would indeed cause the large space station to crash to Earth, the fighters had been scrambled to intercept it.
“Air Command, this is Hornet One, 30 Seconds to intercept.” Brady said into the receiver.

“Copy that Hornet One, double speed, target to make impact in 15 seconds.” Came the reply from the command center. 

With that, Airman Brady felt his heart sink. He knew that there was no way that the jets sent to keep the space station from impacting the city would make it in time. The airman was overcome with an almost unbearable sense of guilt knowing that they wouldn’t make it in time, however, he was determined to try.

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[b][i]Navy Aircraft Carrier George Patton; 100 miles off the coast of Lost Haven:[/b][/i]

All eyes were on the radar screen that was monitoring the situation in Lost Haven. Despite their best efforts, the squadron of Super Hornets would not make it in time. The space station Gold Dawn, which was more than twice the size of the International Space Station would soon make impact in the heart of the bustling metropolis. Hearts were heavy as the entire room watched the screen, no matter how much they wanted to, they could not look away. Each man and woman in the room knew that their failure was about to make history, and doom thousands of Lost Havenites in the process. 

Suddenly, there was a blip on the radar, smaller than the Super Hornets, and moving at a much, much faster rate of speed, directly toward the space station.

“What the hell is that?” The baffled radar operator asked his commanding officer, who could provide no answer of his own.

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Scott rocketed over the city, moving so fast that he appeared to those below him as nothing more than a blue and silver streak in the sky. He could see the large object before him, which had been ignited upon reentry into Earth’s atmosphere. As he sized up the falling space station, he lowered his head and pushed himself on, increasing his speed as he raced to stop the Gold Dawn’s descent. 

As he raced to catch the plummeting space station, Scott made his way under the center of the Gold Dawn, pressing his back against it; he pushed back in an attempt to slow its descent. The effort proved futile. The Gold Dawn continued on its course undeterred, even as Scott pushed back harder, gritting his teeth as he fought against the free falling behemoth. 

While in mid-air, Scott was able to turn to face the Gold Dawn. He placed his hands against the station’s hull and pushed up with everything that he had. 

“GGGGRRRRRRAAAAARRRRRR!” He cried out as he pushed with all his strength against the hull, until finally he could feel the rapid descent begin to slow. Finally, he felt as if he had the space station under control as he brought it down toward the city, where he could safely put it down on the tarmac at the Robert D Sherman International Airport. 

Once his feet were firmly on the ground, he was able to gently set the space station down. As he stepped away, he saw a virtual army of police and emergency workers racing toward the station, and him. They weren’t alone. Trailing the police and firemen were members of the press, as well as the public had forced their way through the security fence that went the length around the airport property. 

As they rushed toward him, they all were yelling and screaming at him. The press relentlessly shouted questions at him, even as he again defied gravity and took to the skies, avoiding the mass of humanity that was bearing down on him.