Yes. Yvone Strahovski is perfect.

Five billion years from now, maybe to the day, the sun burns ninety percent of its hydrogen. A balance is destroyed. More energy is created than released. Quickly, in a few million years, the sun radiates all of its potential power. The star swells. Mercury, Venus, the Earth... disappear. Swallowed. The sun truly, finally, touches the sky. Life vanished eons ago.

Eventually, the sun shrinks, decreasing to the size of the Earth, which reappears from the Red Dwarf's grasp. With no gravity to hold
it, the Earth slowly floats away.

Elsewhere, stars are born. Other star systems - older, larger - continue to breathe. The solar system dies of crib death. If that's
what it takes, then okay. If I must wait that long, then all right. Because when I think of this, nothing is more desirable than the
hope of watching that last day when the sun flickers out. I'll sit alone on a dark chunk of ice at the top of the world, and the stars above, beyond and between me and eternity, will never shine brighter as I drift away into space.

It's been a long time. Seems like everyone I knew here is gone, but I have returned. Out of boredom? Who cares to know? What matters is I have returned, less naive, less full of hope, and less likely to bullshit.

Read on. Or don't. I'm not paying you, and you aren't paying me.