As was her habit, Chelsea still carried about her pilot helmet, even now towards the end. Especially now! Family had never been forgotten, and the possible end times only further proved to keep her patents' memory strong. She fiddles with it, opening and closing the visor over and over, to the point she's doing it autonomously.

"Sweet helmet."

"What?" Did she just hear... "Daddy?"

"What?"

"What? Oh god, I'm so desperate I'm hearing my dad now. I can't be scared at a time like this. He'd laugh at me. Everyone would.". In so many years, Chelsea managed to keep hiding her fear, either behind her helmet or closed doors. What a time to finally lose face.