Every decade so far we’ve been able to work together, pool our scant available resources, and send an explorer into space. We pinned our hopes and dreams on these voyages. That one of these Travelers might return with news of a new world. But none have ever come back. And now we are out of time. Mars is out of water. We have one last chance but its a long shot. Our best Astronaut suffers PTSD. We're counting on him to bring back news of air, water, life. If not, this our last stand. On this cold, breathless, desolate planet.