"The funny bit is you thinking you're the first science guy to try it. If wormholes worked one of the Star Trek boys would have done it by now, idiot." Erin sighs. "I won't drag this out. Either you'll die or this'll hurt a lot. Good luck dying."

One by one, the constellations in the air stop their war and turn to stare down at Harvey. Each reaches into its own heart and pulls from it a blazing star, dripping with the bleeding sky.

"Goodbye."

The sky doesn't fall.

It gets thrown, at Harvey.