Disclaimer: I do not own Andromeda although I wished I did. Rating: PG-13 (Maybe 1 little bad word) Summary: Harper's POV, Set during Exit Strategies, so that means SPOILERS!!! Well all that is left to say is enjoy! How Hard Could It Be? Well, here I am again facing death. How many times have I been on his doorstep? I've lost count. I shudder at the thought of what is inside me. I can feel them moving but they say the medicine still works and it's all in my imagination. I always knew I'd die this way, but I'll admit that I have dreamt of being old in my deathbed next to my gorgeous wife, surrounded by our kids and grandkids. Who am I kidding! The rest of my family died this way so why shouldn't I? Hell, I wouldn't want to feel left out. I, the annoying smartass survived while I watched everyone I loved die horribly. And what did I do? That's right, nothing. I got as far away as possible and tried to block out the memories. Rev would say it was The Devine's plan for me to stay alive. So why did everyone else die? And was twenty-four years of guilt and nightmares also part of their plan? I can feel the coldness of the gun pressing against my leg. I could end it all. All I have to do is point and press. How hard could it be? Andromeda. I've actually started to call it home. There's people here that care about me. But I never let them in, they haven't seen the 'real' me. I hate the pain of when they leave. I don't want them to see what I've seen. I can see it all. They'll be huddled around me on Med Deck crying, watching me die in agony, as the...things eat my life away. I don't want that to be their last memory of me. I don't want to see the sorrow in their eyes. I don't want that to be the last thing I see. They say they will find a cure. But I don't believe them. There is no cure. Once you've got 'em, they're here to stay and you're condemned to a painful death. I don't have to see it. I could end it all now. Just point and press. How hard could it be? Fini!