Turning xkcd comics into long drawn out essays. My hero is a girl I met in a dying world. It was all coming apart. Hairline cracks in reality widened to yawning chasms. Everything was going dark and light all at once and there was a sound like breaking waves rising into a piercing scream at the edge of hearing. I knew we didn’t have long together. She grabbed me and spoke a stream of numbers into my ear. Then it all went away. I woke up. The memory of the apocalypse faded to mere fancy, but the numbers burned bright in my mind. I wrote them down right away. They were coordinates. A place and a time, neither far away. When the day came, I went to that place and waited. But nothing happened. This occurred four years ago. And now, as if by some cruel trick of the forces that bind reality, I have found that this girl is in my class and has been for the past four years. Since I met her that day I have contemplated many things, even those numbers that my subconscious gave to me. What was their meaning? And will I ever know the truth behind what happened on 09 23 2007 14:38:00?
