This story is a writing exercise based on the following prompt: Top Secret NASA scientists have been monitoring Jupiter’s red eye, which has experienced some unusual energy readings lately.

The Martians were coming. And Dr. Campbell could do nothing but squint from his lab.

I have got to hurry this up, he thought as he twisted dials. The scope lens cleared like a fog. At this rate, it will begin hours before I can find my son.

Through the lens, a swirl of brown gaped back as if a giant were peering into the lab. Its pupil matched the others that hung on the charts pinned to the wall. Except for the glassy red that consumed everything that wasn’t brown.

As Campbell stared into space, the scenario unfolded like a boardgame in his mind. He saw a little boy run as the Martians struck base after base. He saw the boy’s mother. The boy’s friends and sister. But the boy’s father was nowhere to be found.

I am losing time.

He shook his head and focused on the brown. It floated like an island in a sea of blood. With the push of a button, a pale light poured into the sea, and a spark rippled across its surface. He looked without stirring, the universe around him a blur. I’ll be home soon. I promise. As soon as Jupiter is back in orbit.

I will be there for you.

He hit another button, and a burst of air scattered around the globe. No reaction.

Campbell leaned back with a grin. “It’s just a hemorrhage. It should clear up in one to two weeks. But call me if it hurts or starts to affect your vision.”

Jupiter jumped to his feet. “Thanks, Doc!” He strode toward the door, then looked back. “Tell your son I said good luck!”

Campbell gulped. “He’ll need it. The Martians haven’t lost a game since 1998.”