Two months.. it’s been two whole months since you’ve been out into that coma. Stuck inside a ball made out of anti-matter, unable to open your eyes as you were stuck in an endless slumber.

Moon’s still trying to figure out how to even get you out of the anti-matter, since they couldn’t just use star power, and you haven’t even moved a muscle. The only way they know you’re still alive is by the rising and falling of your chest whenever you breathe in and out. No amount of shouts and cries would wake you up from your foggy mind.

There’s still just one, lingering fear that you’ll never wake up.. that you’ll die in that ball of anti-matter. But, Moon wasn’t going to give up that easily.. he’s not going to give up anytime soon, even if it takes years to get you out.