It's the year 2033. One is alone, yet there is hope. Time travel is near, but is it to be or not to be?

Silence fills the air. There is none except one. Questions are left unanswered with more to be done. If only a difference could be made, but it is too late. The unknown future draws near, the past too dear. At last a decision is made, it cannot be undone. 

The truth stands: one is the lonely one.

~ mtyx