.. how are you?” Sean clasped the other man’s hand and shook it warmly, refusing to be anything like formal on what was to be his last day on the ...lanet earth.“I’m good thanks, been a bit frantic of late trying to get everything sorted, but I got there in the end!” his grin widened suddenly.“You managed to get your evacuation slot moved forward?” Sean asked as a faint suspicion tickled his mind.“Yep I did at that!” Phil laughed. “Both myself and Brad are scheduled to leave on the centre pods in. I will sit out here a while. Leave the sliding door open, though. I will be in the foyer if either of you need me.”Jerome took my wife’s hand and led her to the master suite.CHAPTER FIVE, A ‘Dear John’ (actually, Dear Geoffrey) letter.I found this letter in the foyer, Saturday morning around nine. I learned Jerome and Jenny had gone out already. I had a day to read it.Dear Geoffrey, It’s seven in the morning. My lover is asleep! We had a sunrise session. You and I need to start doing that. Forty thousand people were killed, all for no apparent reason. We realized then that just like living space on Earth, the galaxy was finite, and that there were other species out there who were competing for the same habitable planets. For the first time ever, humanity had an external enemy, an alien threat that everyone could rally against. It’s strange to say, but we’ve never been more united as a species. We still have our disputes and internal problems of course, but away from the front,. There were several typewritten sheets in the envelope which bore the return address of a defunct publishing house that was located here in London before the War, and based upon the postmark on the envelope, the stories appear to have been written nearly a quarter of a century ago. All of them were set in Burma, and it seems quite odd to think that no one has laid eyes on them for over two decades.I intend to keep the original stories, but I have retyped one of the shorter tales. It is told from.