 Upon waking up after one million years, Ned feels all of the following emotions at an extreme level, EXCEPT for ______.
A scream of brakes, the splash into icy waters, a long descent into alkaline depths ... His car hit the white-painted wooden rail sideways, crashed through, tumbled down a steep slope, struck a huge boulder, bounced up a little, and arced outward, falling as gracefully as a swan-diver toward the inky waters of the Pit, fifty feet beneath.... Ned Vince was still dimly conscious when that black, quiet pool geysered around him in a mighty splash. Movement was slower now, as he began to sink, trapped inside his wrecked car. The welt, left by the blow he had received on his forehead, put a thickening mist over his brain, so that he could not think clearly. Presently, when he could no longer hold his breath, bitter liquid was sucked into his lungs. The ripples that had ruffled the surface waters in the Pit, quieted again to glassy smoothness. The icy breeze tore tiny puffs of dust from grotesque, angling drifts of soil, nearly waterless for eons. Glacial ages, war, decadence, disease, and a final scattering of those ultimate superhumans to newer worlds in other solar systems, had done that. He could think and dream and invent, and the civilization of his kind was already far beyond that of the ancient Twentieth Century. A mineral saturation that had held time and change in stasis. The final instrument he used to test the mummy, looked like a miniature stereoscope, with complicated details. It might move, speak, remember its past!
 Regret
 Confusion  Homesickness  Fear  Regret