I get too greedy and careless! I should have been happy with the weapon and the matches! As I go deeper into the museum, one room is so dark that when my match goes out, before I can light another one, the Morlocks grab us both!

I reach for the matches, but they had been watching and had already taken the box from my pocket! I swing my weapon, but they are holding into it! I fight and kick, and injure one of them. And they treat me exactly the same way humans treat an animal that is a danger to its owners. I feel them tie my feet, then I feel a blade in my back. I feel the pain and the blood run down. It's going to be over so quickly. I came all this way into the future, just to die in museum. Goodbye world! I'm sorry, Weena!

THE END