I wake up in the morning, and everything is grey. I wander through the house looking out the windows, which are all broken. It's all dusty and colorless, as though a bomb went off, although it occurs to me that I didn't hear any big explosion or anything.

Somebody comes to take my dog Sydney away. Her life is over; she doesn't know it, but I say goodbye to her and let the person lead her away into the fog.

I'm left with the ruins of my house. Julie arrives, coming around the side of the house to meet me on the back deck, I believe with her daughter. She says it's time to go. It's all over, time to just gather what we can carry and try to survive. We discuss what I should bring - passport, money?

I go back into my house to gather some things, and there is already a woman prowling around for things she can steal or salvage. She is thin, gaunt, and looks Asian. I tell her to go away but don't really interfere; I'll be gone soon enough anyway, and all my stuff is irrelevant anyway.