MADELEINE: This isn't the way it was supposed to be. I worked out every eventuality. Chance of cancer: 0.43. Chance of heart failure: 0.30. But the chance of suffocating alone in space was just 0.00102... It's a simple equation: complete isolation + this f**er's persuasion = eternal bind. So I am divided, and though I must hide it, there's fear deep inside, and it's clouding my mind. I cannot decipher the deep hidden meaning Of the subatomic collisions I'm reading. It would take a warped mind to calculate the probabilities. It would take a sick eye to see the strings pulling on me. We've stopped receiving transmissions, and in addition, my intuition says that something is wrong. So I'm trying not to think I may have lost you, cause I know I've got to try and be strong. I cannot decipher the deep hidden meaning Of the subatomic collisions I'm reading. It would take a warped mind to calculate the probabilities. It would take a sick eye to see the strings pulling on me.