Flip Costa’s condo in Pensacola, Florida was a complete mess. Newspapers were strewn about his living room, all over his coffee table and the floor. His kitchen sink was full of dirty dishes and uncleaned pots and pans on the stove. Empty Chef Boyardee cans lined the wall at the back of the kitchen counters.

His television idly played on CNN in the background with political pundits debating the current state of presidential politics.

On the far side the living room Flip Costa carefully studied the large cork board.

The corkboard was a complicated mess of celebrity photos and newspaper articles with strings connected between them. Images of asteroids and crudely drawn mathematical formulas were stuck scattered between the aforementioned items.

Flip Costa looked unlike himself; unkempt, dirty and distraught.

“It has to be here somewhere,” Flip skeptically said to himself.

He squinted and carefully looked at the picture of Morgan Freeman with a string to a newspaper article covering “disclosure” by the United States government and military considering the evidence of alien visitor.

Taking the pencil in his hand, he approached the board and found a little bit of room on one of the papers with mathematical formulas.

(Morgan Freeman * Velocity)/E

Flip took a step back and considered it carefully before shaking his head and scribbling out the new formula.

“Think, Flip, think!” he yelled at himself.

Ever since The Golden Moment when he lost to the Draconian, he had become obsessed with finding a way to stop the impending asteroid hurtling toward Earth. If he couldn’t find a way to stop it, he knew that the erasure of the human race was because of him.

Perhaps there was one last chance.

Find a way to convince the Draconian that he deserved another opportunity.

It was the human race’s only hope.