(ABOUT 6-7 MILLION YEARS BEFORE PROLOGUE)

Dead silence.

The four greatest minds on the planet, and not one has a solution. Not one of us can look at the other. Not one has the lexicon to express our terror. “We leave the planet now,” said Oka. She always spoke with an heir of calmness, but now just anxiety and fear.

Oz must have heard the fear, he quickly looks at her confused and speaks with an exaggerated annunciation, “We- still -have- the- planet- Oka”. If this were any other circumstance it would be condescending. “For how long?” Oka snaps. “I have never seen anything like this, and we don’t have the time to figure out how to cure it.”