No. 545

You can tell things are getting worse. I can feel it every day. Orcus is getting warmer. The scientists say that it’s because the planet has broken orbit and is spiralling slowly toward a collision with the sun.

I need to leave. The thing is, I don’t have enough money to afford a seat on one of the evacuation ships. Few do. A lot of folks are sitting around doing nothing, resigned to their fate. I have a plan. I’m going to steal enough to escape.

I’m going to hit the vault of the United Planet Bank. It’s going to be one day before the last civilian ships are cleared to depart, one week before Orcus crosses the invisible line between survivable, and oven.

I’m going to take my sister, Beth, and my friend, Jake, with me.