The universe is very old. Older than any of us here on this planet. Probably older than anyone else who could possibly be out there. However in this particular story it's not older than one man.... Virgil has always existed. He spent so many years of his life floating around in space, with nothing but quarks to keep him company. Floating around just watching whatever he floats by. Watching and floating. Watching and floating. He's very lonely, he knows he's the only creature there. Billions upon billions of years later however there's a world with life. A world to keep him company.