She stared. “Is that a sun spot? It looks as if somebody had taken a bite out of it.
He squinted his eyes at it again. Damned if it didn’t look bigger
Meade shivered. “I’m chilly. Put your arm around me.
He did so with his free arm, continuing to hold hands with the other. It was bigger, the thing was growing
What good is the race of man? Monkeys, he thought, monkeys with a spot of poetry in them, cluttering and wasting a second-string planet near a third-string star. But some times they finish in style
She snuggled to him. “Keep me warm.
“It will be warmer soon. I mean I’ll keep you warm.
“Dear Potty.
She looked up. “Potty, something funny is happening to the sunset.
“No darling to the sun.
“1m frightened.
“I’m here, dear.
He glanced down at the journal, still open beside him. He did not need to add up the two figures and divide by two to reach the answer. Instead he clutched fiercely at her hand, knowing with an unexpected and overpowering burst of sorrow that this was The End