"Wake up! The sun is dead!"
"...What?"
"The sun! Y'know, that big ball of fire everything lives off of! It's dead! It's gone! It's run away!"
"...What're you talking about..you're..you're crazy."
"Go outside and look! Take a whiff of the permanent black air."
"But..I'm scared. Are you telling the truth?"
"OF COURSE I AM, WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT DO WE DO! WHAT..DO..WE..DO.."
As she walks up the stairs, as she yawns, not fully awake but still an internal fear takes over her. She opens up the window blinds slowly. She peaks out the window, it's night time. Or..is it?
"Seriously? It's night time you big goof."
"Then explain why all the clocks read: 4:30 p.m."
"Maybe..maybe..maybe.. I don't know.."
"WHAT DO WE DO. WHERE IS THE SUN. I WANT IT BACK! TELL IT THAT IT NEEDS TO COME BACK OR WE'RE ALL GOING TO ROT AND DIE."
"If the sun was coherent and responsive, I would. All we can do now is wait. Wait until the birds sing and wait until the grass grows again."
"Does this mean life isn't going to be fun anymore?"
"This means that life isn't going to be life anymore..."
She fell to her knees and cried so hard she vomited. What is happening? Where did everything go? Where did the life disappear to?