I won't be able to continue this conversation. Why? I could lose my job.
Twenty-eight days, six hours, forty-two minutes, twelve seconds. That is when the world will end.
I have reached the end of your book and there are so many questions that I need to ask you. Sometimes I am afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I am afraid this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.