And then he was flying into nothing. He checked the regulator on his suit. Less than 17 minutes of breathable air. He moved his hand to wipe away the sweat. It was no use. He forgot he couldn’t touch his forehead.
The nothing enveloped him as he floated farther away from the destruction. The light of stars and the moon grew brighter in the dark.
Earth filled a mirror attached to his sleeve. A rocket spun him around to look at the blue marble in space.
He stared at the oceans until the alarm went off on his respirator. He took a quick gasp and reached. Home was close enough to touch.