“It’s the end of the world.”
“As we know it? That was a good song.”
“Would you shut up and start running already?”
“Hey man, just reminiscing. It’s been fun, huh?”
“You...just come on, okay?”
No, it was all going out of order. This was supposed to happen tomorrow. Why? Were the calculations off? Argh, this is what I get, trying to be the next Nostradamus and all. What a foolish goal. Working towards the end of Earth? No fame, no glory, just an ‘I told you so.’ But why? Oh! Well, geez. Who knew Death was on Australian time?