Armageddon. They were facing Armageddon.“Why not us?” said Naomi. “Why weren’t we taken?”“Because we’re different,” Jake said, his face set in grim determination.Above Naomi, the air conditioner clicked on. The gust of cold air snapped her back to alertness, and she realized she had almost dozed off.“Temperature’s rising outside,” she said. “Eighty-five degrees . . . and humid.” Already condensation had begun to fog up the windows.“I don’t like it that we’re losing visibility,” he said.“Here.” She flicked on the wipers, which swished across the bridge windows in unison, clearing the coating of droplets. The repetitive motion lulled her eyelids back down again.A wisp of fog floated out of the darkness and whipped past them, followed by more wisps. Soon, the outside transformed into an impenetrable gray. The bow faded in the mist.“Why’s it so foggy?” said Brynn from where she sat half asleep in a cocoon of blankets and pillows.“The meteor was really hot,”
