The television was showing a montage of famous sites from around the world; the Taj Mahal, the Eiffel tower, the Great Wall of China, Disneyland. Jill sniffled and wiped her nose on her finger. In a few minutes, she thought, it will all be gone.
Roger pulled her closer and she rested her head on his shoulder.
The anchorman reappeared on the screen. "In these final moments," he said in a sonorous voice, "The world prepares for the comet's impact, and, in the view of most scientists, the cessation of life on the planet earth."
The image switched to a succession of crowd scenes; at the Vatican, the mall in Washington, the beach in Rio De Janeiro.
"They're showing the people," Jill said, "But it's not just us. This is the end of giraffes and kangaroos and dolphins and hummingbirds."
Roger nodded. "And it's the end of the Beatles and Beethoven and the Mona Lisa and the Statue of Liberty."
"At least we're together," Jill said, snuggling tighter against him.
Roger kissed the side of her head. "I wish though, that we had come up with something special," he said, "something symbolic. I kind of imagined we'd sit outside and watch it like it was a sunset."
"It's raining."
"I know, but still, I feel we should've done something. Maybe something religious, something about God."
"The god who is killing all the giraffes?"