After the colourful lights, something begins combing through the clouds like giant apparitional hands, parting the sky like fingers tearing tethers of wrapping paper on a gift from God upon a horrific Christmas. The atmosphere wrenches apart in shudders above the topography, revealing the empty cold glare of something that could be mistaken for the winter wrath of God. The cold and its trembling air collapses like shattering glass upon the world, revealing the coruscate eyes and the vacuum of tenebrous eternity behind. The air begins filling itself with death.

"Wow! Like, wow!" Said Blair, in her very best of the worst Christopher Walken impersonations. Monica looks up from her phone and stares a grimace toward the most annoying love of her life.

"It's so sad."

"Wow! Am I getting this right? Does it sound right? Waow! I mean. Wow!"

"You're an asshole, you know."

"Oh! Don't get me started on the watch!" Blair pulls a pretend time piece from her pretend pocket and holds it up to show Monica. "I hid. This uncomfortable. Piece of metal. Up my ass. For two years."

Monica sighs and throws a pillow at Blair. It hits her hard in the face and she looks stunned for a moment but then sticks her tongue out and continues her impersonation. "Wow!"

Monica watches her phone while she sits criss cross applesauce on the hotel bed at the opposite side of the room from Blair and the opposite side of the dying planet. It's one of those super clean, white sheet rooms that a patron only realizes is a hell hole when they find a dead bed bug under one of the many pillows.

It's night where they are and it's the first moments of daylight where the earth is freezing and dying in real time on Monica's screen. Everything is expiring under the thumb of some enormous, destructive titan. The landscapes rise and fall many times when the behemoth breathes it all in and exhales it all out.

Monica doesn't really care that her face is covered in tears. She doesn't wipe away the blurring, salty eye juice. Her long chestnut hair borders her cheeks like open curtains and she lets the theatre of her face play out.

"I'm scared, Blair. I know we do this a lot but I'm not ready to die. The lights were always so beautiful and they granted me an ounce of hope to my fleeting, recurring soul. I wanted more of that feeling. More of that...warmth. Now the colour is bright black and fading into the extinction of this world's history."

Blair sits on the floor at the end of the bed with her torn jean knees spread out at her sides as the soles of her bare feet touch together. She holds her toes and stretches down toward them and back up. She smiles at Monica in her slight cleft lip Blair way, satisfied that her impersonations have improved.

"What. Makes you think. Whatever. That thing. Is. Can kill us naow? It looks caold over there. I like. The caold. I mean. Wow! We are. Already caold and dead. After all. I think. We're cursed to do this. Every so often. Anyway! Wow, baby! We're dead! Baby!"

Monica rolls her eyes and makes a vomiting sound. But she also laughs a little bit.

"Just because we've seen numerous end times, Christopher is it? It doesn't mean that I'm not scared of dying. And all of those people who won't loop back into another contingent universe...I'm crying for them. It's so horrible. I really liked the way of things here. Everyday is...was like a celebration of something or for someone. We've never come across a place like this and chances are, we never will again."

Blair stands up and crawls onto the bed with Monica and tries to spoon her from behind. Her arms clasp around her bare waist until they both lay down on their sides. Blair buries her face in Monica's hair and touches her bare feet to Monica's bare feet. She gives up on the Christopher Walken impersonation.

"I'll hold your hand when we meet the big bad whatever it is. It's probably a curious idiot that has no idea what it's actually doing to this place. It's sad but there's nothing that we can do about it. And anyway, what's the worst that can happen to us? We die? Oh, no. Not again. Pfffff. We'll wake up in some other universe as we are and live as we are until the next stupid mass ending. We are the epilogues. We are the epilogues of epilogues. You and me, my love. Always, you and me."

"Remember that time we got to watch each other dissolve?" Monica says with a teary smile. "The water was nice at first but then the chemicals in it changed and liquified us."

"Yeah, I got to watch you go first. It really sucked but it was a pretty cool death. I have to admit, seeing your body melt and then your face slowly go under, all the while staring at me...it was a complete turn on in a way, knowing we'd find each other again in another reality. Then I had to dissolve in your pool of love and it was really quite painful."

Monica shakes her head, and whips Blair in the ear with her hair. "Painful you say? I didn't feel a thing."

"That's because you're cold blooded and you abandoned your soul in a reality we've long since escaped from."

"Cold blooded? Just my feet."

Blair laughs in her Blair way, "Caold baby! Wow!"

They lay, spooning for a time and witness the countdown in the slight changes that the moments hold like abandoned soliloquies all around them. The electricity hums to itself and wobbles within every bulb under every fixture. There is a mass of human sounds in the panicked building and the terrified and terrifying screaming streets. They can imagine the trembling faces and hopeless running for an escape. There will be no getting out of this. No reprieve. No hope. Not unless they are like Monica and Blair. The only two who can resurrect themselves within the reality next door to this one.

Neither sleep. Blair whispers sweet Christopher Walkens' into Monica's ear until an elbow briskly makes the words stop. Then there is a lot of kissing and not much more cold feet.

Time passes and the lights arrive with the dawn. Blair and Monica get out of bed together and enjoy a hot skin soaking shower and then become clothed in corduroy and cotton and leather and slippers and boots. Then they leave their room to never to go back and find the kitchens to find their final continental breakfast.

"Fringing toast and coffee. I was so looking forward to the waffles and the fact that I wouldn't have to make them for myself. Ah well. Maybe tomorrow, wherever that place is."

"Oh. Monica. You're just. Salty."

"Blair, it's fine. It's fine. I'm ok. I'm not mad, I'm not even disappointed."

"You're anxious. I am too and I have been since it started. It's probably why I'm unconsciously still doing the impersonation."

"I kinda figured. Do it all you like. I'm finding it more and more endearing and much less annoying. It's actually comforting. It makes me smile."

"I love you, Monica."

"Aw, I love you, too. But with more cow bell."

Blair spits out her coffee and Monica smirks for one of the final times.

When they finish their pre morning meal, they both squeak their chairs back, rise and walk hand in hand through the hotel lobby. White ceilings contrast a wall pallet of floral wood grain browns and bright black tile floors. The air smells like disinfectant and mint. Due to current events, the place is completely empty of any other human existence.

The building then creaks as the foundation notices a soil split shuddering vibration. Dust begins clouding the lobby. The lights spark and burn out. The room hums as everything in it shakes like seizures. Windows crack and blast inward at the first rays of sunlight.

Blair and Monica fall to their knees and hold each other as tight as ribbons on boxes. They can hear concrete splitting and shattering. The metal framing screeches everywhere like nails clawing a chalkboard and the drywall rips past the screws to fall up, slapping on other pieces of drywall. Grey water gushes from everywhere as the old copper pipes crease and contort. Every toilet and sink seems to explode at the same time.

The ceiling falls up. Gravity behaves in reverse and is not really like a vacuum, there is no sucking sensation. Everything sounds like many different thunder storms as the building and everything around it becomes debris.

Monica and Blair fall away from the hotel, head first toward the heavens. They still hold each other as their momentum becomes a bullet. Monica buries her face in Blair's neck and Blair stares straight ahead of her.

They pass the titan, it notices nothing of them. Its translucence shines like the sun it has already eaten. The enormity is the silhouette of a bright eschatology. The creature is the daylight, now.

Blair and Monica watch each other as they freeze and suffocate in the endless void of outer space. Blair mouths the word, "wow," one last time and Monica seems to smile. Then they die in each other's arms.

They wake up, blinking and begin looking for each other in their new reality. It is a world of dusk and a new epilogue awaits.