Moon had never really talked to Mercury - none of the planets besides Saturn ever had. Mercury was the planet closest to the sun and thus received the most direct abuse. It was safe to say that the planet needed a lot of therapy, and the rest of the planets majorly left Mercury alone for exactly that reason: the poor thing was mentally unstable. And, of course, ever since Pluto's departure, all the planets had turned to bullying him instead.
But if anyone knew whether or not Proxima was still alive, it would be Mercury.
But another problem was that Mercury would probably not spill such a large secret as Proximas life to Moon, who had never talked to him before.
But perhaps there was one person who would.
Terra.
Moon, who was now standing in front of Terra's house, knocked on the door. Her whale family was secretive, which is why Moon had tried to steer clear of the house, and only talk to Terra when she was outside or looking for her. There wasn't an option right now, though - three years in the running, and now Saturn was dying - time was slowly draining out like sand in an hourglass.
She took a breath and knocked on the door. Terra opened a few minutes later, peering out through the crack in the door.
"Do you have time to visit somewhere with me, Terra?" Moon asked.
Terra blinked, and then stepped out, in a white knee-length dress that suited her strangely well.
"I guess. Why?"
Terra was wary of her now. Moon internally sighed. Well, that's what she got for failing, I guess.
"I want you to meet someone - or, rather, help me meet someone."