They vanished. That was three months ago. Or three years. Time had become… unreliable.
The Fallen had arrived.
She walked up the porch steps. She opened the front door. And for the first time in a very long time, she heard it.
She grabbed Elara from school—the school itself was already flickering, half its classrooms replaced with the dreaded "Script Call Failed" error. She found Marcus still at the grill, oblivious, the hamburgers a perfect, eternal medium-rare.