August 6th, 1945
       8:16 A.M.
  
Two families and a middle aged man sit at a breakfast diner on a summer morning. The cool, relieving night temperature is already being replaced by the summer sun.
  As the eight unsuspecting, tired diners enjoy their breakfast, you and I are waiting. Waiting for what? We shall find out, as you, I, and our beloved diners take a journey who knows where. One , inevitably, everyone won't survive.