The day after was when it began. Slowly and surely, it became apparent to even the most casual observer that things were changing. But it was slow. It wasn't a rapid change, it was a progression that everyone noticed, but felt uncomfortable about commenting on. Life went about as usual. People still drove to work, despite the sudden sinkholes opening on the highways, dropping down to depths that could not be seen to the naked eye. They would just drive around them. Everyone would complain and bitch about it, but act as though it was a new, but very normal inconvenience. And then the sounds started coming from the sky. Like the bellowing of a cosmic trumpet, the sounds were heard not just through the ears, but a great trembling was felt in the body as well. >Must be some local construction They could only ignore such things, as to admit they were happening would not conform to their idea of reality. And so they looked towards the screens for solace; And Behold, those men with faces that looked serious, their voices chosen for their comforting aspects, they spoke comforting words about how all this was to be expected, and it was normal. And it was the day after. The day after my neighbor had brought me Christmas Cookies and Kind Words, wishing me the best, knowing how lonesome I was, and inviting me to his family's dinner. It was the day after I watched my neighbor ascend towards the sky, to a party he could not invite me to.