It's the End of the World! And if anyone really cares (which they probably don't) if it were really the end of the world, I'd be watching TV.
Disclaimer: If I ever own anything, ever, I'll tell you. Michael Buckley owns all.
It was midnight, and bright as day.
Dr. Jack Connor was shoved out of the bright green light of the outside and into an enormous dimly lit room.
"What is this place?" he whispered, but panicked screaming and shouting drowned his voice out.
"Have you seen my baby?" A hysterical woman shrieked, latching onto his arm. "She's this tall and blonde, have you seen her? Where's my baby?"
Jack, terrified, shook the woman off. She shrieked and ran off, quickly followed by a man and a little girl, who glared at him through tears.
Dr. Connor was suddenly that aware that this was happening everywhere in the immense room. A man in a trench coat stood on a chair and shouted for his brother. A small boy, no older than 5 years old, cried for his mom.
"What's happening?" Jack shouted. He turned around in a circle, taking in the whole scene. "What's going on, what's happening?" As his voice mingled with the rest, the room went pitch black.
I know, I know, it doesn't make sense. Where's Sabrina and Puck? Who the heck is Jack Connor? It'll all come together in the end. Don't forget to review!