Ever since he was a kid, Craig Tucker always wanted to go to space and discover new planets and life. Craig wanted his name to go down in the history books, a new planet named after him or that he was an alien conqueror. And now, Craig was going to.

The twenty five year old Craig Tucker sat in his seat in the rocket, staring at the endless black sky. It was said that Craig may not come back alive since he was being shot so far out. It was a risk but Craig was giving hourly updates with NASA back on Earth. Craig didn’t care though. To die among the stars was perfect for him. The dream.

On the third day of floating through the endless plain of space, Craig noticed that his right rocket needed to be repaired. So, he sent a message to command center saying he was going out, got into his full suit, and hopped out. It was strange to float. It was like being under water yet not. Craig adored that feeling.

Craig stayed floating for a bit, his eyes fluttering shut as he held onto a handle that was on the side of the rocket. It was beautiful.. Until it wasn’t.

Craig opened his eyes and glanced over to the right engine and saw.. movement???… it was fast. Like something ducking behind the rocket so Craig couldnt see it. It made the astronauts heart flutter. This could be it.

Craig immediately made his way over, his hot breath fogging up the glass helmet he wore. The astronaut paused for a moment, catching his breath before looking around the engine to see what made that movement..