They're pretty sure they're going to die. Marty lights a joint and passes it to Dana, letting her have the first puff. She sucks on it for longer than needed, vaguely remembering that this is the first time she's ever smoked weed, and it's the end of the world.
She always did have great timing.
She coughs out smoke, passing it back to Marty. He puts his arm around her, her thin body shivering under his touch.
This is the end, they can feel it.
The Earth is angry at them, at humanity.
When their world should go black, everything shifts.
They wake up in the cabin, in Marty's room, Dana tucked under his arm, her head nestled under his chin, feeling as if they'd slept for weeks.
At first, they think it's heaven. But they walk about unsure, they check and the cameras are still there, the basement door lies untouched-somewhere, people are still watching them.
There's a noise and Dana latches onto Marty, waiting anxiously for the Buckners to come marching through the door, axes and shackles and all.
Instead Jules skips in, pulling Curt behind her. Curt has his hands full of suitcases, Jules is carrying liquor bottles. Dana's date stumbles in behind them, tossing a football around.
For reasons unknown, she tightens her grasp on Marty's arm.
"How did you guys survive?" Dana asks, running over to hug her friend. The last time she saw her, she was in pieces.
"It was a long and hard journey," Jules said solemnly. "Marty got very high, we had to suffer through Curt's terrible driving and Holden's fear of speed, but we got through it."
"Hey!" Curt shouted, slapping his girlfriend on the ass. "That wasn't nice at all."
"I'm kidding!" Jules held her hands up in defense. "What do you mean, Dana? You were there."
She looked back towards Marty, retreated towards him. He wrapped his arms around her, their friends staring with questioning looks.
"They don't remember." She said.
"I'm going to go put our stuff away." Curt said, grabbing his and Jules' suitcases and walking towards the bedroom.
"We get a second chance." Marty swallowed, hard.
Dana shrugged-he had been right about everything else that had happened, why not this too.
They didn't understand, but they weren't about to take anything for granted.
"We can't stay here." Dana told everyone, grabbing suitcases and hurrying to the camper.
"I agree with Dana." Marty grabbed Holden, pulling him out to the van and starting it up.
He honked the horn, letting Curt and Jules come running out, half dressed. There was no need to guess what they had been doing.
"Come on!" Dana yelled, motioning for them to get in.
"What the hell?" Jules asked, walking towards her friend. "What are you doing, we just got here?"
"We need to leave." Marty sighed, revving the engine.
"Marty..."
He thought for a moment. Maybe they would be alright if they stayed. If they kept away from the basement steps, didn't pick up any strange artifacts, and definitely didn't read any latin.
No, Marry shook his head. He wasn't taking any chances, especially with Dana around. Jules and Curt could stay if they wanted, but he was getting out of here, Dana too.
"Just get the fuck in," Marty added. "Or we're leaving you."
Jules and Curt exchanged a glance.
"Just let us grab our stuff." Curt said quietly.
"Some vacation this is," Holden said, rolling his eyes.
"Don't be a dick." Marty told him, tapping his hands on the steering wheel.
"Yeah, when we get out of here, we'll spend the weekend at the beach or something."