Pressing the button, the world around them became a blur.  The stars shot by them as they tore their own way through the multiverse.  And as they did so, little did they realise that they were heading towards destiny.

The planet they were heading towards had only been seen in passing by the Galacticus's sensors.  Noone had been to it, and as far as Morgan knew, they were about to be the first of humanity to set foot on it.

He should have been excited.....but he was not.  All he felt inside of him was a barren, [i]nothingness[/i], and it was the nothingness that had consumed him slowly from within.  The drink was a balm.....when he was drunk, it numbed the grief that he felt inside of him.  But what it could not take away was her face.  Her face, her eyes as she looked at him.....looked at him as she fell, begging him to help.  That, inasmuch as he tried.....he was too late.  It ate away at him, his dreams.....nightmares.  The same one every single night, and each night he watched the same terrible vision.  He was too slow.  He was always too slow.

There was nothing he could do that night.....or was there?  Was it his own failure that Vanna was dead?  Her corpse nothing but empty vacuum now as it had been shot out into space, the way that she wanted.

Those women.....the women that he took to his bed.  They all wore her face.  They all had her eyes.  And they all looked at him in that same accusing way.

[i]You couldn't save me.  You were too slow, and I am dead because of it.[/i]

Morgan should have been excited, yet like all things, like his bravado and his manner, it was an empty fake thing.  Deep down, he hoped, as he hoped every time, that this mission would be his last.

And every time, every single morning he was disappointed.  And every single day, the ghosts continued to follow him.  They....she watched him.....and she waited for him to die.

[i]All the sounds becoming distant,
Breathing easy,
As I melt in to the ground,
There is calmness on the water,
Moving slowly,
No darkness hiding here,
A strange kind of comfort,
Maybe this time it's good for me,
Took a while to get there,
So many days of falling apart,[/i]

There was a strange kind of comfort.....here in oblivion.

The red flash shook Morgan from his reverie.  Eyes blinking in alarm, Morgan glanced over to the console, to the red blinking light warning of an object that had come into close proximity to them.....

[b]"Wha.....an asteroid.....how did it get past your charts.....?"[/b]

He moved his hand to the flight stick, trying to twist the pod of its way, out of the collision path that it was on......  But he was too late.

[i]Too late once again Morgan.  You're always too late.  You couldn't save me, and you couldn't save yourself or your partner.....[/i]

The asteroid smashed into the side of the pod.  The impact caused an explosion from behind.  Morgan's head jerks forwards, slamming straight into the console.  All of a sudden as pain ripped through him, his vision turns red as blood pours from where his head had split open......  Gasping, as white lights suddenly flashed across his eyes, mixed with the blood that dripped over the sparking console, he reaches out, punching buttons into the damaged console desperately.

The pod was spinning, round and round and round and round and round and........

[b]"Beatrice......we have to land......nearest planet......NOW!"[/b]

His vision suddenly blacked for the briefest of seconds as he closed his hand on the stick again, trying to pull the Falcon back under control as it went spinning out of control.....

And as he did, he looked up to see her face, looking back at him once more.