I fix my eyes upon the outside. A tear of mine rolls down my cold cheek. The universe will soon be nothing more than a place of nothing. I press my hand against the window of my ship. I observe the empty space, noting only one dot in the black. I hear my crew saying goodbyes, and farewells. It's as if living, was merely a waste of time. The final minutes begin to roll in. I turn around, and decide to do some last-minute activities. A smoke, to calm myself. I've noticed that even the non-smokers are taking a light. I suppose the stress of nothingness is all too much. Eventually, the final seconds roll in. Soon, there will be nothing.