“And thank you. For officially inviting us to the end of the world.” “You’re welcome,” Clyde said. He put himself back together and stabbed his fork into his ice cream. “There’s still two years between now and then. We could still drive each other bonkers in that time. You might change your mind.” “Hell no, I’m not changing my mind,” Alton said. “All I have to look forward to is starvation and lake water. This is my apocalypse sorted.”
