The Astronaut sat on the rock on the distant planet, his breath misting on his visor with each breath.He was billions of miles away from his home and the rest of the crew he had been with lost... Their gravestones are simple markers in the barren grey landscape, he had lost so much.... He stood up, and checked his vitals."Hey..."He turned around and the man in the leather jacket smiled at him, without a helmet or suit, just a leather jacket and jeans.Deep down the Astronaut knew the man was not real, that he was simply a personality that was branching off his own."Don't give up..."He nodded and smiled at his alternate self.The next few days the Astronaut began to take parts from his life pod and build a beacon.On the seventh month he was stranded on the planet he turned the beacon on, he had been taught one simple thing, plasma collider engines under NO circumstances should have their polarities reversed, and that's exactly what he did, with the three engines he salvaged, and when the turned the beacon, a blinding blast of pure white, tinged with purple and blue, shot into the sky, fanning out into a wide bloom of blinding light.Even with his visor at maximum blackout his retinas were still burned beyond repair.

He collapsed and cried out as the ground shook from the power of the beacon.He soon lost consciousness and when he woke he couldn't see but was being lifted by people.Their voices were muffled but he could make words out

"He's Alive..... Take him..."

It was another month before his sight was given back to him, and he cried out in joy, he was home.... In Starbase Omega... The giant Starship that housed billions of beings...

He was finally home...