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He had lost all communication. Supplies were running thin. How much longer could the ship support life. He remembered the song by Peter Schilling, "Major Tom (coming home)." Four, three, two, one Earth below... Disconnected from life all was quite but the stirring thoughts in his mind. Would he ever see his family again? Would his wife remarry? What would become of his children? So much of their lives unlived.
Tears began to roll down his face as he reached for a tissue. Pull yourself together, he thought. Some way you will find a way out of this mess. He leaned as far as he could and flipped on the fan. It works! There might be a chance! Hope filled the small ship as his world began to feel close again.
Suddenly he heard a loud knock on the door, "Dad, Dad hurry up, you've been in there for like thirty minutes!"
