““Natalie sighed. “I don’t know,” she said. “I guess I mean, sometimes something happens. Something that nobody expected, and nobody could have stopped. And everything disappears. Life does not always make sense.” Alex thought about all those blank pages in the history books. All the stories that didn’t quite end…all the strange absences of endings. He thought about them, and he thought of a house, burning. The sun slipped below the horizon, and the hills vanished with it, replaced by a blank expanse of nothing.””
