I'm sitting here and I'm watching Angie sleep. Around us the skies are blood red and bits of material, furniture and whatnot are being battered around from place to place by hudge clouds of gas. If someone told me this was going to be the end of the world, I'd believe them. But it's not.
Angie's alive. And safe. Perhaps a little loopy, but she's here, with me and we're both alive.

I forgot my mask. Angie didn't have hers on when I found her. And we're alive.

I need a moment to process this.