Dreams Will Be Our Downfall

   I finally did it.

   I made a prototype for a rocket.

   It should get me to at least Cloudsdale height.

   I just pull this lever and-

   Rose.

   Rose, move.

   Rose!

   I jump out of the prototype.

   She isn't breathing.

   Her heart isn't pumping.

   Her soul isn't there.

   Anymore.

   I just lost my sister.

   And it was my fault.