"Heaven help you Mr. Harley, you're a hard man."
The last words he heard before the earth was evacuated. Everyone was gone now. Left for greener pastures in a neighboring solar system. Not Mr. Harley though. When the rockets were boarding, he stood firm on his position. He would not leave.
Mr. Harley tried to live as normal a life as he could over the next few months. Everything was left running and the world continued to hum with electricity. Silence wasn't the problem. The problem was time. What does one do when they know it's running out? How do you amuse yourself with only a few days to live?
He looked up into the sky. The sun was huge and looming. Wouldn't be long now before the atmosphere caught fire. Mr. Harley would be long gone before the earth actually crashed into the sun.
"Heaven help you," he'd said. But Mr. Harley knew there was no hope. He'd made a decision, one he'd have to live, and die with. Because no matter what, he was home.