Some say the world will end in fire. Some say in ice. Of what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire—his mother often recited Robert Frost’s famous poem to her son as if she were warning Sam of some future danger with the elements—But if the world had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that ice too is great and would suffice…
Why am I remembering mom now? he wondered.
Sam thought it was inappropriate to be thinking of his past while they were all in mortal danger, but memories of his family have been running unbidden in Sam’s mind for a while now. From that moment he and Pandora the 8th locked eyes.
Who was she? He asked himself even though no clear answer came to him. At least not one he wanted to hear. “No, that’s just wishful thinking…she’s dead…”