By Sean Dorsey
“Y’know, some people believe that when the world ends, all the man-made stuff will vanish first.”
“Huh.” It is nighttime, the girl and boy leaning back onto the windshield of the dark blue sedan.
“That would be really unfortunate for a lot of people,” he says, and the girl laughs. She turns to respond but the world has gone blurry and she falls naked to the ground through the space where the car used to be.
“Nick, oh my god, there’s no way—” but she is alone.