When the world ended, Agatha was kneeling in front of a cutting grass shrub, admiring a small grey spider dotted with yellow horns. She barely noticed as her lungs began to lift and bloat like balloons filling with air, nor as she started her ascent into the dissolving sky. Above her where the sky had been, everything expanding and increasing and down below, the world, not green or blue or white but disappearing into nothingness.