Oct 6, 2013
“Hi, Amy.”
She looked up to see Evan there. He looked just like he always looked, except a bit pale, which being dead can certainly do to a person. Amy supposed she looked like parchment herself.
“Hi, Evan.”
He said sheepishly, “Kind of a bummer, being dead and all.”
“Yeah,” she said. “But it could be worse.”
“How’s that?”
“We could be dead and the world could have ended thanks to Vesper One.”
“Hey, I died before it all turned out. So we won?”
Amy nodded. “Yeah, we stopped the machine. Isabel took the serum and went all Matrix on us. She squashed Vesper One like a bug and died in the process. The planet will live on, even if we won’t.”
“That’s cool. Maybe we can hang out together.”
“That would be nice, Evan. Thanks.”
Why? Why is Evan?