And then there was the blackness of space itself.  Something he once dreamed of visiting, but never had the skills necessary to accomplish such a feat. He grew numb from the nip of the cold night air, and still he laid there staring up at that infinite nothingness, allowing his mind to blank. It was his only means of escape anymore. To pretend that nothing, not even himself, existed. He stared up into that comforting void, as if he weren't already so far disconnected, watching the few falling stars whisk across the night sky. 