Lt. Nathan West in “Pilot Part 1”

Elsewhere, stars are born, other star systems, older, larger, continue to breath, a solar system dies a crib death, if that what it takes, then OK, if I must wait that long, then all right, because when I think of this, nothing is more desirable then the hope of watching that last day when the sun flickers out with you beside me. We will sit alone on a dark chunk of ice on top of the world, and the stars above,beyond and between us, will never shine brighter, as we drift away, into space