The depressed astronaut was at the peak of his physical condition. He enjoyed some minor celebrity even as just one of many astronauts who were not the first ones to do anything. The pension he would receive upon retirement was generous, and he would always be comfortable. But looking down at the planet he had come from, he couldn't think of a really good reason to go back. He couldn't seem to access the energy he knew was there, couldn't quite force himself to return to the shuttle, where he was supposed to initiate the re-entry sequence. Maybe tomorrow he'd feel better, or maybe he'd wait to return until the oxygen began to run out. It was hard to say.