The weight of how I might go about accomplishing that drooped my shoulders until I wilted onto the bed and spooned myself around Jezebel's warm body. I half listened to Franco and Moon discuss who might be trustworthy enough to help us, but soon gravity dragged at all our eyelids and we decided to snag a few hours of sleep.
Except I couldn't. Worry gnawed at my nerves until there was nothing left. My plan to save humanity was just a vague outline drawn in mercury on the uneven planes of my mind, and it was all running together into liquid soup. Everything seemed to hang on me, on what I could or couldn't do, but I wished - no, I needed that not to be the case. I had no idea what I was doing and only a handful of people on my side. The odds were stacked at astronomical heights, already slipping loose and crashing toward me. It was too much pressure, especially with a baby growing inside me, the one person whom I would let down the most if I failed.