The beginning of all things.
“Evenin’.”
“Hello? Do you know who I am?”
“Oh. That’s weird.”
“What?”
“You know, normally I’m the one asking the questions.”
“I don’t know who you are.”
“Yet.”
“Oh. So I will know? In the future?”
“To you, yes. What was it like? I just missed it.”
“Big. Massive, actually. Surprisingly quiet.”
“That’ll be the lack of air. So the house was always there then?”
“I- I don’t know. I just showed up.”
“God, that’s irony. Look at us- one about to leave, the other just beginning. Send in the clowns.”
“Are you a god?”
“You know, I’ve asked you that very question. Well, I will. God, you bought me a book on tenses and I still-“
“But are you?”
“Depends on who you ask.”
“Who? There’s nobody here but us.”
“Just you, actually. I have to go. Sorry.”
“To where? Can I come with you?”
“You’ll be there, someday.”
“But I have so many questions!”
“And so will I. Have fun with me.”
“Wait- please-“