Act 1

Chapter 1

As the sky goes dark, Luna looks out from her apartment’s rooftop, seeing swarms of drones leaving the city, a sign of the war on the horizon. The life she fought for was falling apart at the seams. Her heart revs up, racing faster and faster by the second. She can’t think straight and becomes paralyzed by fear. As her heart cannot beat any faster, everything soon fades to black. 

Luna wakes up panicked, plagued by the vivid nightmare. As she got back to her senses, she glanced around the room frantically, making sure things were normal still. Her partner, Aurora, immediately woke up and looked at her, alarmed at the sudden movement.

“You okay darling?” Aurora asked, worried.

“I– It… it was just a bad dream.”

Aurora sighs, calming down. “Well, it’s too early still, neither of us need to get ready for work until 6:30. Wanna do something meanwhile?” 

After a bit of thought, she responded “I guess watch some TV?”

“Alright!” Aurora responded gleefully.

As Aurora grabbed the television remote and turned on the television. Luna smirked at this prospect and darted away to make some microwave popcorn. The bedroom is flooded by the light of the TV and the sound of the show echoed throughout. Luna comes back with the popcorn just as the show is about to start, a re-run of an old show. The minutes bled into hours as they watched away episode after episode, minutes and hours bleeding together. It was a great moment of respite from the terrifying nightmare Luna just had. 

When they checked the time, it read “7:21”, far later than what they intended to stay in bed. They jumped into a frenzy, knowing that they didn’t have any vacation days left and needed to be in office by eight. Luna panicked and ran to grab her work suit and put it on.

Chapter 2

Skipping breakfast, both bolted out the door and ran for the stairs. Every step felt like an infinite amount of time had passed. The autumn air outside felt harsh compared to the warmth of the apartment, in stark contrast to the heated car’s relative calmness. The car’s screen read the time, “7:32”. In a big city full of traffic, each of them needed to get to their workplace. Yet in a crazed thought, Lunas thinks of something to get there on time.

“I got a plan”

“What is it? Quick!” she responded anxiously.

“Remember your jogs? I can pull over on 50th, and you can run like hell. The jog should be roughly a mile. Jog for some then sprint on the rest.”

After looking puzzled for a second, Aurora responded. “This better work!”

As they passed 53rd Street, they saw something completely unexpected. Protesters march in the streets at a time where most would be at work already. This caught them and all other commuters off-guard, requiring a detour to. To make sure they somewhat knew what was going on, they turned on the radio.

“Breaking News! American ambassador Travis McConner has been killed in the Middle East. Americans demand war and retribution for the killing of our ambassador. And now to our correspondent in Washingto-”

Luna turns off the radio as fast as possible and pulls over, quickly realizing the weight of the situation. The words of the reporter had taken root in her head. Aurora also made a similar realization to me in that brief minute, quickly devolving into a panicked whimper.

“W– We’ll get through this, don’t worry.” Luna assured.

“This… this is it? Are we really just doomed into this cycle of fear and war?” Aurora chirped back, her pitch quivering in fear.

Luna hesitated, unsure if she should be honest or try to sugarcoat the situation. Perhaps her dream wasn’t just a dream, but a premonition. For a brief moment more, she thought on it, then with a deep breath, responded.

“I– I don’t have an answer. Things c– could cool down, or this could be the beginning of the end, no way to see the future. Let’s just… Stay calm and hope.”

Making direct eye contact with each other, there was a brief air of silence in the car amid the distant protests. They eventually came around and gave each other a warm hug to comfort each other, knowing the end may just be happening. The worst of times bring out the worst in people in the end.

Act 2

Chapter 1

Surprisingly, despite the chaos ensuing in the streets, Aurora’s job was blissfully unaware that the events of that day were unlike any other. A familiar sterile glow from the lights brushed the room. Little chatter could be heard outside of the occasional office phone coming alive with an inquiry.

It was still a slow morning, and each employee was doing roughly the same thing. Typing on their computers, and occasionally reading various documents on their screen. Small passing conversations could be heard regarding relatively insignificant workplace gossip and miscellaneous topics. Things were quaint, but this would not be the case for long. Murmurs from coworkers sitting near the window were commenting on the protesters outside, of who only have recently started their chants. Passing comments would also be heard about how Aurora, one of the higher employees in the office, was mysteriously missing.

More conversations soon erupted, discussing the unusual absence of many coworkers. Far too many for comfort. Soon, the questions became agonizing, with many growing anxious over the lack of answers and increasingly growing protest outside. This prompted a nearby assistant manager, Allen, to step in and bring back order.

An argument quickly burst out between the assistant manager and a few of the employees. Allen wanted the employees to get back to work, desperately bearding them about company values. But the employees wanted answers, and they wanted them now. They needed to know why there were so many missing employees. Not having these answers pained them. They were worried about their friends and couldn’t get answers during work hours. There was only one option, and that was to fight until they could.

Allen felt his blood boiling over with this constant defiance and insubordination, but decided to remain, at least on the surface, well-composed. After all, his job was to deal with the employees, and he had to approach it with a high degree of professionalism. Taking a deep breath, he decided to speak once more.

“Fine, we can take some time to look into the situation.” he responded, hoping to appease the crowd of anxious, angry coworkers for a brief moment. “But you are expected to go back to your duties right after!”

And to Allen’s surprise, his plan worked. Everybody seemed to be calming down and finally, could breathe knowing a higher up approved of the simple look into this problem. One particularly anxious employee raised himself from his chair nearby to speak.

“T– Thanks Allen… M– may we look at the news?”

“Sure.” Allen responded with a simple word and wave of his hand. He didn’t know it at the time, but this would soon cause absolute chaos to ensue.

The employee pulled out his phone, accessing the internet to check the news, expecting very little. Then, the already anxious mess of an employee saw it. He fainted then and there. Everybody rushed over, but not to help him. They wanted to see what made him faint. What that live stream said, stunned them.

“... And after the tragic death of an ambassador and many employees in the American Embassy, Congress has taken it as an act of war against the United States…”

The news was so shocking that even those who had been just vaguely overhearing the conversation quickly became aware of the ongoing situation. Many began looking up the news on their own devices in disbelief. In that mere instant, the whole building was set ablaze with the

 shocking information.

Knowing his boss, Allen moved away into her office, meeting her there. His look was cold and empty, trying to hide the stress from his boss, getting ready to speak.

“Ms. Devy, I can’t put the workers there under—”

However, she too was attentively listening to the live news broadcast through an old television in her office. Straight from the Emergency Operations Center, the President was explaining the situation, attempting to calm down the public.

Chapter 2

Directly from Washington DC, the president spoke. His speech was nothing extraordinary, considering it was yet another hollow nationalistic cry for the military. Neither Allen nor Devy are fooled by these words, despite them hanging on to each individual word. After all, war is on the horizon, if not already upon them.

“Good Morning America. As you are well aware, we as a nation, as a country, are engaging in a conflict against the dominant power of the East. It is a shame that one of our esteemed embassies was lost, against all better judgment. The last thing he ended up seeing was the grim reality of violence with a bullet through the head. The death of not only a great man and many good people, but of American officials, is an act of war upon–

From the podium from which he spoke, the president is suddenly interrupted. Not by anyone, but by a loud scream. He fiercely glances to the side. Shots echo throughout the room as the Secret Service attempts to rush the president away from there. Blurs of red, black and brown bolt past the camera, causing it to fall down. It now shows the president attempting to fend off unidentifiable creatures. No one knew what it was or where it came from. Despite the rain of bullets, more would swarm the room with the intent of feasting upon those residing in there.

The feed suddenly cuts to black. Screaming echoes throughout the entire room, leaving Allen and Devy speechless. She leaves, traumatized. Allen was completely ignored, with noise of the chaos of the office and his voice fading into the background. Devy sobs, running for the elevator, her mind racing. She prayed that this was just a bad dream. If only she could wake up and see her fiance one more time.

Finally downstairs, she bolts outside of the office building. Drones were still being deployed overhead, ready for conflict. Unadulterated fear consumed her whole, worsened by the now bleeding sky and coughing earth. Something was coming, it was coming soon.

She darts off, needing the safety of her home. Her wage barely is enough to justify working with those people every single day. Those waking hours were a living hell. She had to escape it once and for all. She darts around, muttering to herself how she “needs to find her car” and how “her shift is finally over”. Finally, finding her car, she jumps into it, throwing the keys into the ignition. Shifting into drive and easing out of the parking lot, she quietly hums, driving westwards, towards her apartment.

However, the roads ahead were now tattered and littered with the ruins of buildings. Where the buildings of today once stood, ruins of a completely different people and era began to take shape. Devy quickly brakes, being trusted forwards. Just mere feets ahead of her, the road was completely impassable for her small urban car. Getting out of the car, she decides to trek the remainder of the way on foot. However, something comes towards her, plummeting from the sky in a fiery embrace. She is too stunned to save herself, seeing the shell of a drone come down.

Thankfully, despite her inaction, someone – or rather – some thing comes to her rescue. A metallic figure casts a shadow over her, stopping the falling weapon of war. It seemed to be a robot of sorts, carrying two people in one of its arms, and using the other to further shield Devy from danger. The conscious one of the two, a scrawny boy, opens a smile, waving to Devy from above.

“Good thing BOB and I were here! Ain’t that right?” The boy says to the distressed woman.

Before she could say anything, the metallic figure takes her with its free arm and makes a run for it, looking for shelter. None of the ruined buildings would give them the chance to gather their breath. But, as the sky bled once more, the flowing crimson gave way to a large patch of sand, leaving an immensely large building standing in its center. Several others of similar size and build quickly propped themselves up, all cut in half. The metallic runs towards it and enters the massive structure, carefully laying everyone inside.

The boy sits down, waiting for Devy to do the same. Instead, the other person wearing very distinct clothes is set down. Their clothes stood in stark contrast to the others, looking akin to that of the migratory tribes of the Maghreb. Finally, they would wake up.

“Wh–...” They stuttered, still waking up. “Where am I? Who are you? Wh–” 

“I’m Matthew!” The boy interjects, cutting off the other person. “And that’s BOB! He’s a robot! And we brought you two to safety!”

Everybody glances at each other, noticing their differences. They were wildly different beings, despite sharing similar body types. Matthew was a typical human, and was accompanied by BOB. He was the least stressed of the group, being slightly enthralled by the unfamiliar surroundings. Devy appeared to look similar to a common calico cat, but still shared similar humanoid proportions. Finally, the last person, Nehme, was also a typical human, adorned in unique garments the others have never seen the likes of.

“My name is Nehme. Glad to have met you two and thank you for bringing me to safety. The last thing I remember was getting home when the sky began bleeding… And then…”

They scratched their head, failing to recollect the subsequent details. Matthew proceeds, stating how he had similar memories. However, he remembered feeling an earthquake alongside the blood that doused him after getting to the surface. Continuing, he said that BOB noticed this and tried to shield him, but seemingly brought himself with instead. Devy, having finally recomposed herself, introduces herself.

“I– I’m Devy… Uhm… T– Thanks?”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Devy.” BOB responds.

After a brief moment of silence, Nehme got up and examined the room they were in. The walls were mostly intact, but the sandstone they were made from was cracked in several places. Dark red stains were also everywhere, with no corpses in sight. Whatever these monstrosities were, they thankfully hadn’t destroyed this building. Filled to the brim with curiosity, Matthew decided to follow Nehme around, curious about them.

“So, Nehme, right? What’s your home like? It ain’t this one, is it?” The boy inquired.

“No, this isn’t my home. The building we are in is similar. I live in a place full of these giant pillars of sandstone and glass. They’re always full of life, light, merchants flying around in their blimps and the sound of parties from the upper floors.”

“That sounds so cool! Mine is nothing like that! It’s all destroyed and ruined. I was just a scrap gatherer there, thankfully not one of the miners. I found BOB in an old warehouse after the city misplaced it. So if you didn’t know he’s from the same place as me.” Matthew said, comparing Nehme’s world to his own.

Once more, there was a brief moment of silence. Each of them was still confused about the events that led up to this and were slowly connecting the dots. And while they were starting to understand the general events, nobody was sure yet of why this was happening. They weren’t sure if they’d ever fully understand it. Afterwards, they agreed to switch topics and move forwards, seeing the structure was becoming less reliable by the second. For their very own safety, they had to find another building.

Chapter 3

Moving out of the building, Devy was immediately taken aback by what she saw. The heart of Washington DC, a normally bustling city, was now a myriad of snapped trees and piled up cars. The city, although recognizable for a resident like Devy, was unmistakably surreal. The gargantuan sandstone buildings were dotted across the nearby area, piercing the sky and creating points from which thick crimson liquid flowed downwards. Such a sight was both mesmerizing and ominous, throwing the group into a fit of anxiety, mainly Matthew and Nehme, who felt an extraordinarily weird sensation. However, they would soon quickly switch focus seeing Devy, who, in an epiphany, ran somewhere else.

“Whoa! Where you going?” Matthew asked Devy, seeing her run away.

“My friend! I’m going to get my car and then check on her!” Devy asked, going back to where she had left her car.

“Car? What’s that?” Nehme added, unfamiliar with such a piece of technology.

“A car is a mechanical vehicle, a form of locomotion designed for mobility primarily within cities, M—” BOB is interrupted.

“No need for that formality, but thanks.” Nehme says, glancing at the car. “Should we… Get one of those?”

BOB and Matthew look at one another. They saw a mysterious liquid dripping out of the cars. Not knowing what the liquid was, they continued looking, until Matthew pointed out a bus.

“Hey! Guys! Look over there, I think I found some sort of big car!” Matthew notified the group, his voice relaying his optimism.

“There is a bus in here. It is a vehicle similar to a car, although it is designed to transport a large amount of people at once. I should be able to control it.” The robot said, entering the bus and beginning to meddle with its various controls.

And just as promised, BOB had things under control. The bus turns on, showing that despite the state of the other vehicles, this one was relatively intact. The back doors opened for Nehme and Matthew to get in.

“Vehicle inspection complete. This vehicle is safe to use. Please, for your convenience, enter through the back door.” The monotone voice of BOB echoed through the bus and out to the other two.

Nehme and Matthew get on the bus, sitting close to the front so they can be closer to BOB. Suddenly, Nehme gets a blistering headache, causing them to hold their head in agony and lean on a seat.

“Feels like something is eating at my head! This strange sensation again…!”

With the remark they made, Matthew knows what Nehme is talking about. He looks around, moving even closer to the front of the bus, where he gets a similar sensation. Looking up ahead, they see a massive building, destroyed with its gates wide open. Looking directly at those gates, Matthew’s gets a headache as well.

“Is something wrong? Should we stop?” BOB said in his monotone voice. But Matthew drowned him out, knowing where to go from here.

“I think I know what to do! We need to get in that big white building! Something there is causing this!”

BOB, looking forward, began to accelerate towards the large building. But this would cause them to receive some undesired attention. The demons and beasts lurking in the ruins heard the bus’ engine. Looking behind them, Matthew and Nehme saw the horde of beasts chasing them. Quickly, BOB extended one arm back and removed two metal bars off of the bus itself, giving Matthew and Nehme one each.

“Hold them off. It may be a while before we actually get to our destination given all the obstacles in the road.” BOB explained.

A few of the beasts managed to catch up to them and break into the back of the bus. Readying their metal bars, they begin shoving the beasts onto each other, desperately fighting for their safety. After all, these demonic beings were being held off by just two powerless beings. Blood splashed on the boy and his ally as they drove the metal bars through the first of the beasts, thrusting it back towards the other ones. Of course, this would not be enough as they would soon find themselves seemingly overwhelmed.

In the nick of time, BOB sharply turns left due to debris blocking the road. Launching many of the demons to the right side of the bus with some even being flung directly out the window. The ones that weren't flung are quickly finished off by Nehme and Matthew, both of whom recovered faster than the mindless beasts. The horde of evil and destruction unrelentingly ran straight through the debris and kept chasing the bus. Despite how valiantly and desperately they fight, the beasts keep on coming. Then, a sudden halt.

“Please, leave the vehicle. There is no more road to follow.”

As BOB had stated, there was nowhere else to go. If they followed forward, the sand would engulf the bus. If they tried turning elsewhere, they’d smash into a wall of debris. They were without an exit. They would have to climb this obstacle with their own hands faster than the demon horde could arrive. Nehme and Matthew promptly got out of the bus and began climbing up the debris. Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, it would not work. It was simply too steep.

Act 3

Chapter 1

Unlikely help then arrived. Seeing what had happened, two people grabbed what they could and ran towards the same place Nehme, Matthew and BOB were going. Unbeknownst to the trio, they were being followed by more people.

Gunshots fired, freezing the horde for a moment as they promptly look for the origin of the sound. BOB, being more privy to foresight than Matthew or Nehme, quickly embraces both to protect them as more shots come. One of these shots eventually hits its intended target: the gas tank of the bus. As the mass of beasts begin scrambling for the origin of the shots, the gas tank explodes, engulfing the horde in fire fueled by their own flesh and fur. An infernal scene is playing out for all to see, stunning the mass of demons in pain.

Two people move around the inferno, going towards the others. In a sight blurred by the heat, they motion to follow them. Without any time to waste, the trio does as instructed, moving around the debris to escape the view of the flaming beasts as they’re consumed.

“Y– You must be… Uhmm…” Stuttered one of them, a woman with the looks of a dark purple cat.

“BOB, Matthew and Nehme, right? Devy could still say those names, considering how much of a mess she was.” Completed another woman, this one looking like a Cheetah.

“Correct. Those are us.” BOB answered.

The trio looks at these two new people. One of them is definitely the friend that Devy mentioned as she so desperately ran away. They could notice that she wasn’t mentally quite there before, so it made sense she could barely spit out their names. Still, there was far more to be discussed. The dark purple cat presented herself as Luna, the cheetah as Aurora. From a newfound streak of confidence, Aurora came to the rescue, dragging her wife, Luna, along with her.

“Wait, can two women marry?!” Matthew exclaimed, astonished by that discovery.

“Yeah.” Nehme, Aurora and Luna all say in unison.

“There, that building. When Matthew and I look there, we get this horrible headache, almost like something eating at our brain. Getting closer, we get a chilling sensation in our spines. It’s… terrifying.” Nehme says, catching their breath and pointing to the building ahead.

Luna and Aurora looked at the building that Nehme was pointing towards. They recognized the building and were surprised that such was the place these two seemed the most affected by.

“T-That’s the White House! Why does it give you that feeling?” Aurora says, perplexed.

Luna chimes in, attempting to answer Aurora’s statement. “M-Maybe the demons’ magic converges there. I may b– be completely off, but it’s a place where many emotions are directed towards…”

Those who are not of this world look at Luna with intrigue. She quickly realized none of them understood what she meant. A lot of things needed to be explained about this world to these foreign visitors.

“Y– you see, here magic exists, but it’s illegal because of how dangerous it is. Those things that are destroying everything are d– demons, beings created from the misuse of magic. It costs memories to perform and when you run out, you turn into a demon y– yourself. They feed on your m– memories and prefer places that are t– targets of emotions… The White House is the target of much h–hope, but even more so of h– hate…” She says, becoming more anxious and unstable with every sentence.

Now, with some context, a plan could be hatched more properly. Of course, whatever they could come up with was not guaranteed to work, but they either died trying to do something or they died doing nothing. And as they finished drafting a scheme, they noticed Luna had begun sobbing.

“But I… I– I don’t wanna die!”

“Well, if it makes ya feel better, I don’t wanna die either!” Matthew said, trying to reassure the girl.

After a short while of trying to calm down Luna, they began walking into the ruins of the White House. It was eerily empty, with neither demons nor people in sight. Not even a corpse could be seen. All that could be seen was the thick crimson liquid dripping from the sky above it. The wings of the white house have been at least partially destroyed, with the central part still standing in its entirety, despite the ominous energy leaking off it. Entering that part of the once tall and proud building led to a dark and moist environment reeking with the smell of death.

Entering this one central area of the building, Nehme and Matthew begin feeling a pressure. BOB quickly held them up, being the only outsider not affected due to his mechanical nature. Nehme and Matthew don’t understand what is happening nor why they exclusively feel energy, However, Luna devised a theory.

“Y– You two… You two only feel like this b– because you’re not from here. Your body isn’t used to any kind of magic, let alone such a p– powerful prohibited spell…” Luna clarified, seeing the emergency they were in.

“We are close to the source? Right?” Matthew inquired.

“Y– yeah! Probably!”

Then suddenly, Aurora hushes them. In this silence everyone could hear it. Something was breathing. Its breath is so strong and loud, they almost feel as if it’s already upon them. Then the breath is on them.

Chapter 2

Eyes from all angles come alive on the walls. At first they are erratic, changing their focus all the time. It is so quick that the five can barely keep up with the movements of the eyes, until they all converge on the group. The breath they heard and felt turns heavier.

“Run!” Aurora screamed at the top of her lungs.

The walls turn to flesh, the flesh begins convulsing and expelling itself off the walls, forming behind the group as they run for the stairs. They quickly began going up the immense flight of stairs, but something was coming right behind them. A messy mass of flesh and gore that slowly took a demonic shape and left a trail of blood and acid wherever it passed by. Luna was falling behind the group, forcing someone to go back and help her. Without thinking twice, Aurora did so, running back to grab her wife and shoot at the creature with the same pistol she had used to blow up the bus earlier before continuing upstairs, carrying Luna. The mass of flesh simply molds itself around the bullet to have it go through it without a problem, it’s several eyes still locked on the group.

They arrive at the top of the tower, at its center stands what seems like some sort of hand. It’s wide open, all fingers pointing outwards and on its palm, some inscription unknown to anyone there. Nehme and Matthew once again violently react, with even Aurora and Luna having that strange sensation from before. As it’s their very first time having it, they are particularly vulnerable, falling down on the last few steps of the stairs. The demonic beast of flesh keeps coming. With its disgusting bulging leg it stomps on Luna’s own, instantly breaking it. The creature seems to take delight in her scream of agony. Aurora shoots at it once again while pulling her wife away from that beast.

Luna falls down on top of Aurora, with the ladder freezing as the beast squeezes its way through the door frame. She stares at the monster as it approaches, the eyes locked on her and hers locked on it. The beast is in no hurry, it takes its time glaring at Aurora, knowing she is mentally suffering from the overwhelming fear it causes. Nehme calls from behind her.

“Focus on your breathing! Keep calm and focus on that!”

Nehme understands the situation is dire and they need Aurora and Luna, the only two people who understand the magic of this strange world to help. If their theory is correct, this is the final step to getting rid of all of this. Yet, Aurora can’t move. Her legs are perfectly fine, but she cannot move them, riddled with fear she is unable to do anything. Her attention is then called downwards.

“Look at me. We’ll get through this. We’ll take care of this.” Luna said, her tone simultaneously sounding confident yet noticeably quivering. “We just need to destroy the linchpin of all these memories and hate, the source of this spell.”

Nehme was the first to give it a go, grabbing the middle finger, the shield didn’t protect it from that, unlike with the bullet moments prior. This gives them all confidence and resolve to continue, even with the two the foreign organic beings feeling the recoil and horrid melting sensation inside their bodies as they touch the fingers and hold on tight, never letting go of it. Matthew and Nehme had a good grasp on that cursed object that held this mesh of worlds together.

BOB takes the next finger and pulls it alongside Matthew and Nehme, but the hand wouldn’t budge. It was somehow still too strong and the beast kept approaching, opening its gaping maw in a twisted smile, cackling at the sight of the failed attempt of the group.

 They were getting desperate. Things kept failing and they didn’t know why. With immense pain and struggle, Luna grabs the closest finger to her. Just contact with the object made her wince in pain. Whatever that thing was, the magic stemming from it was so malicious it was hurting even those of this world.

“All fingers need to be grabbed and pulled! We need to rip it apart from all sides!” The ever insightful Luna explained in a hurry.

 The beast stops. Its eyes return to a more animalistic state as it locks onto the group. This indicates that they had gotten things correctly. Aurora, the last one to still need to act, finally grabs the final finger. With that, they all begin pulling the hand in different directions as the beast approaches. However, they were saved. As the demonic being of flesh lost balance once a rip began appearing in the flesh of the hand. Regaining its composure, it charged with a mighty roar again, but it was too late. The hand had been ripped apart, each member of the group falling backwards as the energy contained in that cursed hand was expelled.

The flesh and gore of the beast’s body gave out, splashing on the ground. Through the hole in the wall, they saw the wounds in the sky close, the blood no longer dripping from it. The sandstone skyscrapers and ruins of an ancient civilization begin to disappear as well. The flesh which the beast was made of begins returning to its original shape, people of all these worlds.

Those of other worlds begin to fade away. Nehme looks at their hands, disappearing from this reality. The same was happening for Matthew and BOB. The boy rushed to hug Luna and Aurora while he could, without them this wouldn’t have worked after all, but Nehme had other concerns. The finger they pulled and that they had let go of after being blasted away, it was moving, seemingly trying to go back to the hand. This wouldn’t do.

 Grabbing the finger, they put it in their pocket, feeling it be pulled towards the center of the building once more. Looking at the others, they smile and wave. They didn’t really get to know these people, but they were good people.

“It was nice meeting you all, but I’m afraid that meeting you all again may not imply good things. Take care!”

And as they finished speaking, they disappeared. The next one that felt like he was being pulled away was Matthew, who looked at Luna and Aurora and gave a large smile.

    “This was pretty fun! Me and BOB won’t forget this day! Ain’t that right, BOB?”

    “Affirmative, Matthew. It was a rather difficult day, as most would say.”

The boy waved to the two as he too disappeared, shortly followed by BOB. Luna and Aurora were left stunned, trying to pick themselves up as much as possible. Aurora picked Luna up in her arms and smiled, they did get through it in the end. All they need now is to pass by the hospital and take a well deserved vacation to stay in their apartment watching old shows and eating popcorn all day. They walked off, just hoping society could pick itself up from this strange state it was left in.