about the cops being called, spill your beans! I don't want you blowing up either." Shaun stared around the room for a while trying to think how he'd try and explain his story. He took a big breath. "You already know that when I was four or five my mom got sick?" "Your mom had breast cancer right? That can't be easy for a family to go through." He looked at her remembering she wasn't really in his life at that time. "Well actually it wasn't a sickness where everyone in the family was there to help deal with the stress. I didn't know what was really happening at the time. I understood getting sick, but to that depth had no clue. I never dealt with a death in the family at that age. She had her right breast removed and the prognosis was good. My dad left a week afterwards while she was still healing and getting strong enough for chemotherapy." Ellie looked concerned. "What do you mean your dad left? Like my dear beloved father who couldn't put the bottle down and left, or did he had a valid reason for leaving?" "He got recalled to his old unit in the Army and basically disappeared in the middle of the night." Ellie smiled for a second. "Is your dad a spy? Hot guys are always spies.... I bet he was like 007!" Shaun shook his head. "My dad's a bio nerd. He's not cool enough to be a spy. Nobody named Francis is a spy, and God, please quit calling him cute! You see, when I ask him now and back then what he was working on, all he told me was that sometimes we have to put the good of others before the good of yourself. I asked him why he couldn't have used that back then and picked my mom instead of his job, but he told me it was for the greater good. Try explaining that to a four-year-old though, but I still don't understand today." "Wait.... Who was taking care of you and your mother during that time? There's no way she could manage that on her own." Shaun nodded sitting down on the bed and took in a big breath. "Yeah, no way for her to handle that. With dad gone we were forced to move in with her parents, my Grandma and Grandpa Thomas. If you thought that my distaste for my dad left a bad flavor in my mouth, then you should have seen my Grandpa. He'd say on more than one occasion, 'How in the hell does a young man with a family go play with test tubes all day in some god forsaken desert?' Mom stuck up for him when she wasn't too exhausted from treatments. All I really remember is her saying how dad needed to do it ... that it was part of a bigger picture and not to blame him." "So the treatments didn't go on forever. Did it come back, or did it just not work?" "Well it worked, but the cancer cells can regenerate like any other cell. I don't know what else they could've done for her, but I'd like to think that there was something they could've done to save her." He fought back a tear as he thought about the last time he got to see his mother.
Chapter 4
Day -3165: September 29 th 2008. World Population 6,696,637,725
She took his hand and stared deep into his young tired eyes trying to think of what she could say to tell him it was okay. This was only a small part of his life and she didn't want him to be traumatized forever because of one horrible time. She didn't want him to hate his father for not being there. She knew very well what he was working on and if it could save tens of thousands of lives, maybe what he was working on was more important as part of the bigger picture. Trying to explain that to a four-year-old was all but impossible. His mother rubbed his hair gently and pulled him in for the last hug she would possibly ever