Central Hospital (Caracas, Venezuela)

I was laying in my bed, half-asleep, when It dawned upon me that everything that had happened until now was real, which mean I had to make a decision on whether I accepted the mission or not. The phone ringing woke me up completely, and I scramble to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"You were in my d-d-dream last n-n-night," Suhail's voice over the receiver sent a happy jolt through my heart, "What was t-t-that all a-a- about? Who's t-t-that old m-m-man, Salazar?"

"You know what? I think it's real, what happened to you last night and what's going on since my accident... Everything is real," I told her.

"Real?... So, we have to d-d-decide if we a-a-accept this m-m-mission to s-s-save t-t-the Solar System? What're you g-g-going to do?"

I thought for a moment before answering her, "I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I know someone who might help."

"Who?"

"My uncle, father Jesus."

"Are you c-c-crazy? Your d-d-dad doesn't t-t-talk to him, e-e-even after your m-m-mom's dead."

"Yeah, but..." I hesitated, "I still talk to him, occasionally. He has always cared for me and my brother. He actually emailed me about a month ago and told me he was coming to South America, to Brazil, and that he might stop by Venezuela."

"Have you t-t-told him about t-t-the accident?"

"No, not yet. I haven't had a chance, but I'll call him the moment I hang up." A doctor and my dad, looking better, came into my room. "I can't talk anymore. Check your e-mail in four hours; I'll let you know if I talked to you-know-who," I said, lowering my voice to a whisper so my dad wouldn't overhear anything. I hung up.

My dad kissed me on the forehead and asked me who I was talking to. "Suhail, she called to know how I was doing," I said.

"Hmm, and how are you feeling?"

"A bit tired; my arm still hurts a little."

My dad ran his hand through my hair, "How come you're tired if you've slept all the time?" he asked, joking with the doctor.

"Yeah, sure, I just slept," I mumbled under my breath.

"I have good news," the doctor said. I straightened, suddenly anxious. "My brother woke up?" My dad's pained look told me that was not the good news I was hoping for.

"Today we'll run a few more tests to check for anything irregular and discharge you tomorrow," the doctor announced.

"Wasn't I supposed to be discharged today?"

"Yes, but there are some blood values that are a little below the normal level, which is not normal for someone who has been resting. That's why we'll run some tests, just to check. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, young man," he reassured me, "You'll be able to go back home and do anything you want without problems."

Like saving the Universe? I couldn't stop the sarcastic thought from crossing my head. The doctor and my dad left, so I turned on my computer and emailed my uncle. Afterward, I fell utterly asleep.

When I woke up, it was already four o'clock. I ate a late lunch, took a shower and powered up my laptop to check my email. I saw with surprise that my uncle Jesus had written me back.

Dear nephew,

I'll see you soon. I heard what happened; we'll meet before long. I love you,

Uncle Jesus

My grandma entered the room smiling widely. "The doctor just discharged you! It's your last night here; you'll be home tomorrow morning!"

I closed my laptop, a lump forming in my throat. "Yeah, but... My brother will still be here for a while." My grandma stroked my hair, comforting me. "We have to have faith in God."

"Yeah," I muttered, depressed.

"Faith is the last thing to die, my dear nephew."