The silence in the command capsule was deafening.
“You can’t blame yourself,” Captain Mason interjected.
“It’s my responsibility,” Admiral Blake insisted.
“No one could have seen this coming,” Mason said.
“You’re not a god,” Lieutenant Lana added.
“You don’t understand,” Blake pled. “It was the academy’s very first lesson. Everything that happens here is my responsibility.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Mason tried.
“I’ll lose my command. I might even be thrown in the brig. Our search for a free-floating radical to reach hyper-drive failed,” Blake cried.
All of a sudden, a thunderous voice from another dimension disquieted things.
“You better find your sister’s hair dryer in your disaster of a room,” Blake’s mom yelled.
In an instant, Mason and Lana vanished into thin air. A thick silence again blanketed things.
Blake looked down from the space mural on his bedroom wall into the mess on his bed. There, splayed out in a thousand pieces, was Katie’s hair dryer. The blower motor—AKA free floating radical—no longer worked apart from the blower.
“Maybe even death awaits me,” Blake sighed. (179 Words)