I sit on the bank by the lake near my cabin in Minnesota, trying unsuccessfully to do some night fishing. It has been six months since then, and I've been retired for that whole time. I look at the stars and wonder: was Sam placed in the sarcophagus and revived? Is she Ascended? Will I ever see her again?

In any case, I failed. And now, she's forever left behind. I look at the cool water of the lake, and wonder if suicide still qualifies one for ascension. So, I decide to find out, because I can't handle being left behind.