After

"Just like me to never have any money when the end of the world comes," thought Martin Fahy as he walked through the bitter, ceaseless rain. He laughed slightly and wondered what he was going to do now.
Sure, he had been the one who always knew The End was coming soon, but he just couldn't convince anyone else. He wasn't a religious
fanatic or anything and his predictions of the coming doom had nothing to do with
apocalyptic visions or cultist beliefs. It was based largely on his continual observation of scientific predictions.
And now, it all was happening.
Fahy realized what he'd always said was his prime philosophy still was true:
The only way out is through. . .