When Roxy woke up the next morning the boy was gone. She cursed herself angrily, for even hoping that he had been real. Then Roxy sighed and stretched her arms out slowly. Her head was pounding from all the drinking she had been doing the day before, so Roxy reached to her bedside table and grabbed an open bottle of whiskey. Vodka Mutini hissed at her and scrambled out of the room.

"Shut up pussy." Roxy hissed back. She took a swig, and her throbbing immediately lessened.

"That's not very nice." The boy said as he stepped back into the room. He had a cup of coffee in one hand. Roxy had forgotten she owned some of that. She forgot everything she had ever known looking at him. His body was well sculpted, she could see just about all of it as the only thing he was wearing was a towel. His blonde hair was slicked back with water, he must have just gotten out of her shower. She forgot she had one of those too.

Roxy let out a surprised squeal and ducked under her pillow, as if it could guard her from her hangover phantom. "Who're you?" She managed, though if he was real she was making a complete idiot of herself.

"You don't remember me?" He asked, his face falling.

"Dave?" Roxy asked, before instantly knowing that was wrong. "You can't be Dave, he drowned."

"No, neither of us drowned." He said slowly. "It's me, Dirk."

Roxy clutched the pillow close to her chest and tried to focus on breathing. It was a lot harder than she thought it would be. Her head throbbed painfully, and tears had come to her eyes. All these years, and Dirk had been alive somewhere else the entire time. She looked up at him, and saw that he looked as hurt as she did. "Why did you never come back, if you were still alive. What happened to you and Dave?" Roxy whispered.

Dirk adopted a sorrowful expression. "That day, all those years ago, I really thought that was it for me. I fell into the ocean and Dave jumped in after me. He pulled the both of us onto a housing block that had come loose from the rest of the city, and by time the attack was over we were to far away to swim back. The whole city looked like it was up in flames, we thought there wasn't anyone to go back to." He clutched the towel close and sat down next to Roxy. "I thought you were dead. We stayed in the floating room, found another city, and tried to make a life for ourselves. I never stopped thinking about you, I kept seeing you in my dreams. Then a few days ago our city was bombed. I don't know what happened to Dave."

"I'm sorry." Roxy whispered. He looked at her imploringly, and she could tell he wanted to ask about everyone else he had left behind. She almost didn't want to tell him, but he deserved to know what happened. "A few years after you left their was another raid. When I woke up everyone was gone. I thought I was the last." She stopped.

Dirk didn't know what to say. He stood up and walked out of the room. Roxy watched him go, unable to say anything to keep him from going. It dawned on her that for the last seven years she thought she was the last person on earth, and now she knew she was wrong. What was she going to say to him? What can you say to the last man?

Maybe if she was lucky he would just leave, take a different piece of junk and float away. Leave her to her drinks and her mutant cats, and allow her to live out the rest of her short pathetic life until the condescension decided it was her time to die. No, Roxy shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts away. They had to stick together.

Roxy stood up and halted as the room tilted around her. She took another swig of whiskey before following Dirk out of her room. She moved through the empty house, past long hallways and cold uninviting rooms. Finally she found him sitting on the edge of the roof, staring at the rising sun. She wobbled slightly as she approached him, but found her footing before she neared the edge.

"S not theat- that bad." Roxy said, sitting down on the roof next to him. He looked at her, his orange eyes wide with grief. He had put back on the clothes he had been wearing when she found him yesterday. A black wife beater and a pair of baggy jeans. Both articles of clothing were badly ripped, and still pretty filthy from his swim. "I have cats, and carapace frends, and lotsa lots of drinks." She said, holding out the whiskey bottle.

To her surprise, Dirk snatched he open bottle from her and tossed it into the ocean. "Hey!" She shouted, one hundred percent proud of herself for not jumping off the roof after it. Dirk looked positively furious with her.

"That's all you do?" He shouted. Roxy shrank away from him, unused to yelling. "You sit here and play with your cats and get drunk? You're the last girl on earth, and you're wasting your life!" Dirk snapped.

Roxy was to stunned to reply. "I writ." She muttered after a moment. "And I have the high shcore at super smash brothers." Roxy had never thought she was wasting her life. Mostly because she had never really considered what she had a life.

His face relaxed a bit. "I'm sorry for yelling, it's just frustrating. I finally found you again, and you've got less than I had with Dave."

"I have a bunch of equikint- equit- eu-"

"Equipment."

"That, and I know how to use it really well." Roxy said, pointing her finger at him accusingly. "What did you have?"

Dirk frowned at her. "I had some equipment too, but I don't think we had the same things. The new city was made for manufacturing drones, and I got plenty of raw materials to build my own robots. I had a few of my own drones, and I sparred with them for practice against the real deal." Then he cracked the first smile Roxy had ever seen him wear. "And me and Dave made puppets and ran this blog."

"Dog bless the carapaces." Roxy replied. "End of the world and they still keep the internet up."

"So what sort of equipment do you have?" Dirk asked, standing up and holding his hand out for Roxy. She took it and allowed him to pull her up, but stood up to fast and fell forward. Roxy gasped, but before she could fall off the roof Dirk's arms were around her. He tugged her away from the edge, and back towards the stairs.

"Thanks." Roxy said breathlessly. Dirk blinked down at her, but didn't let her go. "Dirk." She said without thinking. "I'm safe now."

"Sorry ." He muttered, letting her go. She felt her face flush red, unhappy that she had made him let go. "no more drinking for you." He said lightly.

Together they went down to the lab that Roxy had piratically grown up in. If it wasn't such an important room, Roxy wasn't sure she would have ever gone back to it. Most of her worst memories were in here. She pushed the feeling of dread to the back of her mind like she always did, and showed Dirk all the different machines she had inherited from her mother. She showed him the paradox machine where she had made Vodka Mutini, and then the appearifyier machine. He decided that he would give it a whirl, though she warned him the only thing she had gotten from it for the past few years was pumpkins. As soon as he touched the controls a waterfall of ripe looking fruit materialized in the lab. Roxy was quite angry with him, and let him figure out the rest of the equipment by himself. She only got more upset to find he was a natural with everything else.

After several hours of exploring and eating ripe fruit they wound up back in Roxy's room. They had seen parts of the city that Roxy had forgotten existed. When did they start rebuilding the part of the city that had been destroyed when she lost her mom. On top of that, when did they finish rebuilding it? Maybe Dirk was right, even if she was the last human for a few years, she could have been doing more than getting drunk.

Roxy sat down on the bed and patted the empty sheets next to her as seductively and slowly as she could. Dirk rolled his eyes, but sat down next to her. He was wearing a brand new shirt that she had bartered from a carapace, and in celebration of finding another living being Roxy had gotten a new skirt.

"I missed you." Roxy whispered to him. Truth be told, she missed everyone. But Roxy didn't feel the need to tall Dirk that. Instead she smiled playfully and pushed his arm.

Dirk gave her a small smile. "Yeah, I missed having a little sister."

Roxy frowned. "You don't need to think of me as a little sister. I don't. Think of you as a brother that is. I don't want to." She stumbled over her words, and started to blush. She had learned a few things from the carapaces and what was left of the internet, but it looked like flirting wasn't something you could figure out on your own.

To her further chagrin, Dirk tensed up. "You don't want to."

"Well," She started slowly, beating around the bush. She placed her hand on his shoulder."we are the last people on earth."

"No." Dirk shook her hand off and stood up suddenly. "No, we do not have to think about that. Ever." He said angrily before walking out of the room.

Roxy stared after him, her eyes wide. After a few moments it became obvious he wasn't coming back, and a few more moments for the tears to start to fall. Why was he so angry? This was what they had to do right? She wiped away the tears in frustration. What do you do when the last person on earth doesn't like you?