And we had it, we decided to leave. I was waiting for Blair and Rocky to get ready, we had been preparing for a day like this.

Under the dim light of the Sun gently kissing Pluto's surface, we shuffled quickly. Pluto's population was a dying one, and we needed more than just a dreary wish of a dream's hope. I looked at Nix and Hydra inching away above us, we needed to move.

I wished to keep things, relics, reminders of who we were, and where we came from. I glided into my gallery and looked through the mountains of information, the crumbling office which I had to leave my precious collections of art and gadgets, all of these things had a purpose unknown to them. I whispered to my treasures that I would return, as if I knew I would return.

I pressed the switch embedded into my arm and after a tickling vibration I was in Rocky's mind's eye. I saw through the the windows in his face.

He was moving at his sluggish pace, and he noticed my sentience.

"Heeeeey Keith." He mumbled, as if he was gargling the words to cleanse his mouth. I didn't respond, instead I looked around - through him. I pulled him towards what needed to be taken for our departure. Satisfied with the little direction I gave him I peeled back into my own mind, turning, I noticed Blair standing at the threshold to room I occupied.

"Rocky..." he said exhaustedly. I nodded in agreement and cleared my throat to say something, but thought against it.

"Well, I'm ready Keith, I guess we should go to Rocky, it'll be faster that way." He motioned for me to follow him and I galloped right beside him.

Walking out of the building I called home I looked across the street at the place I had first met Blair, the school we shared.

He noticed how I was staring and muttered, "Such a long time right? Feels like we're moving in slow motion and falling fast at the same time sometimes."

"Or like we're falling fast but in slow motion." I said giggling softly.

We moved quickly and soon we were at Rocky's worn down door step. We let ourselves in and there was Rocky, sitting down playing some simple Plutonian game.

I clicked my tongue and trying to smooth over my anger poorly said "Kay, let's make like a tree."

I started walking and then the whole floor shook as if it were trying to wake the dead.

The cold ground began to open up and swallow what little it could. Shaken, I called out to Blair and Rocky, and they both responded.

Beckoning to them to hurry, we began to run, or at least I assumed they were running. Looking back hurriedly I noticed Rocky was only walking at a slightly increased speed as Brandon sprinted far past me. I looked up as I ran and hit some elevated soil which pulled me down. I saw Charon slowly falling towards us.

Was this the beginning of Pluto's demise?

Transmission...ended...