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grade five. It was the International Space Station. Seeing it gave him an idea. He could try to contact the ISS. If the astronauts had not used the Soyuz escape pod to return to earth, they must still be on board which means there could be up to thirty highly skilled scientists and engineers unaffected by the plague. Maybe they could help.

Chapter Two
    Morning came and Jack opened one bleary eye and looked at his bedside clock. It was time to try and make contact again. His mind was fuzzy and he had trouble dragging himself out of bed; he slept fitfully and felt deeply fatigued. This was day number five of trying to make contact with the space station and he was feeling discouraged. He didn’t know if the laser would be visible in daylight but he was unwilling to risk going out at night. He was beginning to think the whole thing was a waste of time and he lay in bed wondering if he should bother to keep trying. He sighed; the truth was he had nothing else to do all day and trying to contact the ISS gave him hope. Without hope there was no reason to get out of bed at all. He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and munched a stale energy-bar as he climbed the stairs. He opened the skylight and climbed out into brilliant desert sunlight. Shielding his eyes he walked barefoot to the far end of the roof and, gazing at the empty town and distant mountains, urinated over the side.
    He sat down and pointed the telescope at the horizon and checked his watch but before he could start transmitting he saw a flash of light. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Then there was another flash and then two more in quick succession. He wasn’t sure if he believed what he was seeing. Was ISS sending him a signal? While he was wondering if it were true there came anther quick sequence of flashes.
    “Yes, yes!” he shouted, recognizing the pattern. It was Morse code. His plan worked. He unfolded the energy-bar wrapper and used it to record the sequence of flashes that came over the next fourteen minutes. When ISS passed out of range he ran down to his bedroom to decipher the message. That is when the full impact hit him. The message he held was from the the International Space Station.
    “They’re alive!”
    Hot tears splashed his hands and the wrapper as strong emotion swept over him. He read the message again out loud.
    C
    B
    Radio
    Shack
    Antennae
    This was real. He hooped and yelled and danced around the room.
    “They’re alive,” he shouted.
    He fell backwards onto his bed clutching the wrapper to his chest overwhelmed with relief and more important, hope. He was elated that there were others alive, people who can think and talk. This meant he was no longer alone. He cried with relief as the unfamiliar sensation of hope washed over him. The news that the astronauts were alive revived his spirits and he understood, for the first time, exactly how lonely he had become and how desperate. The feeling of hope unleashed a wonderful reeling sensation of dizziness. He read the message over and over again his mind alive with questions. The message told him what he needed to get to speak to the crew onboard ISS. He did not know what the letters C and B stood for but he would figure that part out later. He wondered if he deciphered the message wrong and he checked it again. No it was right, the single letters C and B. He thought it must be a certain brand of radio or antennae. He recognized the part about Radio Shack and knew generally what an antenna was but then a horrifying realization struck him. There is no Radio Shack in Eloy and the nearest one is in Phoenix.
    The thought of traveling that far from home terrified him. It was one thing to drive around his hometown in his mom’s car with the doors locked and the windows up but it was another thing altogether to drive fifty miles to a city with millions of dead people and find God-knows-what waiting for him. It was not a question of whether he would go; if he wanted to talk to the astronauts he had