“Come on,” she pleaded. “The ship leaves soon.”
“Do you think we’ll ever come back? Our people, I mean.” He was stalling – searching in the mess of their evacuation.
“Probably not. This place will be uninhabitable.”
He picked up a book, considered it a moment, then tossed it aside.
He saw it. “Here!” He dislodged the artifact from a pile and displayed it.
“To help us remember where we came from.”
She checked the time. “We’ll never make it now!”
“Sure we will. I know a shortcut.” he said, taking her by the hand. “Come on.”
It was inspired by this article.