The way back

I was last.

The only thing left to any of us was our clothes and what we carried out. If the dark were just lighter, we thought… If it were just warmer.

Ahead of me someone fell; no one stopped. I stared at the collapsed shape as I passed, its humanity erased.

Day and birdsong came later.

That is how I met your mother. I ran into her, there. And we went back.