"Okay, I'll admit, I'm a bit obsessed with you, Trevor," Silveria said. "I want to touch you so bad right now I ache. There's so much I want to share with you."

     "Not really the best time," Trevor replied. "You know, end of the world and all."

     "At least take those people with you. I don't know what I was thinking bringing them up here with me in the first place." 

     "I see. Okay. Fine." Trevor turned to the others in the van. "This is all bullshit. Those people aren't real. Silveria just wants us to open the door so she can get at us." 

​     "Asshole," Silveria said. 

     Again, the van dropped into the depths of the cloud that was Silveria. 

     And, again, the van creaked. 

     The creak grew louder with each passing second.

     "Open to suggestion," Trevor said. 

     No reply. 

     Trevor looked into the eyes of the infant. The child returned his look with a quiet gaze that seemed to say, you already know what to do, Trevor. Just do it.

     "Okay," Trevor said, certain Silveria could hear him. "Bring us up. I'll come out."

​CONTINUE