Ripcord.

[Marcus Lindberg]

Gran Canaria. This is where the autopilot took me. A planet unscathed by Planetforms business. They would've ruined the planet anyways.

A few months ago, we were planning a vacation here. Amanda would've loved it, if she went. Then the war started. She was so excited. Now I'm just walking here through the street all by myself. The food is fresh here, I've never seen broccoli and spinach so green without food colouring. The people are kind and helpful, most of them at least. I almost wanna stay here, but I'd never be able to get my mind off her.

I nearly saw someone who looked just like her. I began to run towards her, as fast as I could, screaming "Amanda" in the middle of the streets, and then I remembered, she was gone, and she's never coming back. I looked around as confused people were deciding whether or not to call the ambulance to a crazy person away. I walked fast, out of there, embarrassed and depressed, wondering, Will I ever get over her?