He paused and looked up. “Huh. The headline on this is all wrong. I know because I wrote it. The foundry must have run out of the letters needed to make the word Apocalypse.” “What word did they use instead?” I asked. He handed over the paper to show me. “Plays.” “The World Fears Impending Plays?” “Yes. It’s actually pretty good, no?” “We-ll…” I hesitated. “I do think I’ve known some pretty powerful plays.”
