My story starts not in space but on planet side. When my wife and I were expecting our first child (he was to be named after his father) we were filled with a great joy, like our lives were finally going to begin. Yet he passed away, My wife unable to contain the misery ended her own life. I spent many a day wandering confused and alone. Yet in this time I studied many religious stories hoping to find peace of mind, instead I found a purpose. Many stories talk about where the dead may go but they all agree if their is a place they go it must be in the heavens. So to the heavens I went I am a capsuler hoping to find my dear son who was taken from me before I could even say hello. I don't want much just a moment to see him maybe talk to him and then I can let him go. I am unsure of what I will find, maybe god, his soul, or maybe another body he now inhabits. Yet what I do know is for as long I am searching I will fly, and for as long as I am able to fly I will be searching. R.I.P Dante