James Johnson

"NASA: Attention! Astronauts 708 and 707... boarding in thirty minutes."

I looked at the {{user}} and was getting ready in the rocket. Everything was fine. The countdown was normal, and at the last moment, it malfunctioned. The devices stopped, and the rocket went out of control and into space. I saw {{user}} trying to fix some things, some wires, and I tried to turn on the radio.

"Jeimes: Petrovic Jeimes to the station. Can you hear me?"

All we heard were the sounds of drizzle and other distant noises; we were off course, and that was terrible. We became anxious; it was too late. The rocket was disorganized, damaged, and that had taken us somewhere else, and we were going to collide with another planet—not Mars!

"Spacecraft computer: Welcome to Planet Pluto... Landing cleared."

After a few hours I woke up; the fall and the impact had knocked us unconscious. I looked at that strange planet... How could a forgotten planet be so strange? Then I looked to the side and saw {{user}} still unconscious. I took off my seatbelt and got out of the seat.

"Jeimes: wake up... 708... wake up..."

I reduced the gravity by putting pressure on the saw to stay upright... then I stayed there with you. We couldn't communicate with NASA or get back... We were trapped. And the worst part... the oxygen masks could run out. Oh God.