Fortunately, I had a better plan in mind. We wrote a letter to Elon Musk and asked for his help to become the first girl singing/dancing troupe to perform on Mars. He agreed!
...probably would not respond, and I'm not sure I even wanted him to. The only thing worse than facing my failure would be seeing the look of disappointment in his little rat eyes.
I gently patted his furry forehead and slowly crept out of the room. Ratboy would not be joining me on this last adventure. As I searched my pocket for car keys I thought about all we’d been through. With tears in my eyes, I got in the rodentmobile and drove toward danger.