"You're serious, aren't you?" He said with astonishment.

"Yes. The Vitronnians were an alien race that sought to help other planets whose people were dying out. They arrived with the cure, but there was a stipulation." I said, then took a moment to let it sink in.

"What was the condition?" He asked.

"They would save humanity only once. ever. If we were to have another virus like this, they wouldn't be able to fix it." 

"Then what happened?' 

"They released a neon blue fog over the earth, killing the virus, eighteen months after it had started.' 

Jack nodded sitting on the swing on my porch that summer afternoon, mesmerized by the information.

"As the rest of the population healed, the aliens left. However, now the world faced economic ruin. Soon after wards, the world began to crumble. People still fought, riots and hate kept on, until there wasn't much left of this world to fight over."  I told young Jack.

  "By the time the war ended, the world was all but destroyed from our own fear and paranoia." 

"How did they fix it?" He asked me.

 "People had nothing left to lose. That's when they finally came together. They had to depend on each other to survive." I said to him.

"Is that what you mean by the world starting over?" 

"Yes, it is." 

            Over time I thought he'd get tired of me, grow up and move on to other things. This time I was wrong. I thought he'd forget me, but he hadn't. Even in his collage years, he'd visit on his breaks from school. Even to this day he comes over with his wife and their son, Patrick Warren.