Three days later.
The White House, United States.
Albert stood by the window, looking outside through the sheer curtains.
His expression darkened as he saw the crowds staging a sit-in around the White House.
"Damn it... why are these people still here?"
Albert growled, "Didn't we issue an announcement last night?!"
"...Mr. President."
A faint sigh came from beside him. "We issued our announcement too late."
When Albert turned toward him, William Blair shrugged helplessly. "They simply don't believe us."
"Fuck!" Albert's face flushed slightly as he cursed under his breath. "Did I do something wrong?"
"The United States doesn't have the resources left to save anyone!"
"I'm doing this for the good of the United States!"
William Blair said nothing. He simply watched Albert in silence.
Bang!
Just as Albert was about to launch into another lengthy tirade, someone shoved open the door to the president's office.
"Mr. President, something's happened!"
"Director Morton, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation!"
Albert glared at Morton, his voice thick with suppressed anger. "Since when could you just barge into the president's office?"
Morton's face was filled with panic.
He swallowed, ignored the threat in Albert's words, and placed the document he was holding on the president's desk.
"Sir, none of that matters right now."
"Please look at this first."
Albert gave Morton a long, searching look. Without replying, he reached for the document on his desk.
"Latest observations indicate that the Sun has entered a phase of rapid aging and is expected to become a red giant within a few years!"
Albert froze for a moment when he read the headline.
"The Sun? Rapid aging?"
"I thought the Sun still had four to five billion years left?"
As he spoke, Albert opened the document.
"Mr. President, under normal