Dreams

The letter slid easily from the envelope. It was one sheet, single-spaced, of writing. Attached to it was a small note card. Assuming it to be explanatory, I read that first.
Reogan,
Enclosed you will find the final chapter of Ryan.
Elphaba.
I tossed the card aside and began to read.

I stalked through the halls of the school, slamming all the light switches down. The foolish girl had left them all on again. This wasn't earth. There was no telling how much power was left. We couldn't afford to waste it. Though, I thought guiltily, You don't seem to have a problem leaving your computer on. I pushed the thought aside. I needed to write. These lights weren't helping anybody, though.
The girl was sitting in a well-lit classroom. She knew I was angry by my face, and she cowered as I approached.
"You left every light in the building on! We won't have electricity forever; we have to save it. This is the moon! We don't have anyone to manage the power plants. And no one else is coming because they're dead. Do you understand that much? They're all dead!"
Strangely, she smiled at me, and beckoned me follow her from the room. Walking into a dark classroom opposite, I gasped. People. Somehow, one last ship must have arrived.
We were no longer alone.