Three Days Before the Incident

“Hey, Ben.”

“Yeah?”

“How did all of this happen?”

“I have no idea.”

“Ah.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you asking that now?”

“I don’t know.”

“You had plenty of chances to ask how.”

I tilted my head. “When?”

“When we met the angels. When we met those kids. When we met the son of Satan. When all of the shit started to happen.”

“Okay, okay. I get what you’re saying.”

“A better question should be why is this happening to us.”

“That I have no answer for.”

“What good are you?”

“Hey, I know as much as you do about all of this.”

“Fair enough.”

“Uh…”

“What is it?”

“Well… what happens now?”

“Huh?”

“What happens to us now? How do we deal with all of this?”

“All of what?”

“This. The angels. All of the weird shit going on. Our futures. Those children. I mean… all of it.”

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know?”

“I just don’t.”

I gave him a weird face. “Well, what good are you?”

Ben playfully hit me on the arm. “Aw, shut up, Maxxie.” He turned and walked back into the apartment. I rubbed on my arm as I stared at his back.

“Ow,” I muttered as the door swung closed. I shrugged my shoulders and followed behind.