Leland Oh, how the whole world cheered to the thunder of earth's mightiest creation—Elysium. One small spark to ignite the heavens for the heroes to venture farther and farther than any of mankind's machines! And we slept. We slept a slumber so deep that no one had dared before...as three little Indians were left to mind the store. Leland Three little Indians with the burden to bear. No more law. Nothing left to care. Just three little souls whose destiny had become undone because there was chop chop chop chop... then there was only one. One little Indian left. Leland Question is, what would be more stupid? Trusting the ship will hold to see another day when it's kept me alive for all these years? Or trusting somebody who's desperate enough to say anything just when I'm about to carve a steak out of his girlfriend?