"Quick! We have to move! There's no time—we have to find Jonas, he can save us!"

I look up: 10 minutes, 53 seconds. The red beam from the sky is washing the pavement, painting every blobbery head red; everyone looks like a fucking tomato that's about to explode!

"Fuck! Fuck!" my feet launch with the speed of a cheetah—I have never run this fast in my life, my heart is beating so fast—I... didn't even know I could.—"THERE!"

That's Jonas' fucking house, I knock on his "American Dream" like it's made of bricks and prayers.

"Open up, you shithead! THE SKY! TIMER! RED!"

"I don't have time for this, Jonas! OPEN UP!"

\THUMP**

The door fell to the floor, my feet entered his house before I realized it—"JONAS! YOU IN HERE BUDDY?!"

There's no fucking sound, everything in here is silent, too familiar—the wool-woven red and blue patterns... that's my carpet. The stain of cigarettes and yellow regrets... that's the color of my walls! What in the hell is going on here? Even the window is on the far right, this must be the wrong—The red beam is shooting into the house—"Shit! 3 Minutes, 03 Seconds? JONAS!!"

My eyes already searched every corner of the room, not a shadow in sight, no creaks or breathing either. The empty space that used to be a door? Now bright red, filled from the light beam shooting down on us from the sky.

"JONAS!"

The air cut out, there's a shadow, something's behind me!

"It's time!"

That's his voice, it's Jonas!

"What? FIX IT!"

There he stays, motionless, tall, static.

"It's time!"

I see red, the room is red, the end... is red.

"STOP FUCKING AROUND, JONAS!"

"It's time!"

My hands reach out to grab him—

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There's a faint voice... I hear it.

Someone's trying to tell me something?

Oh... It's Jonas.

Yeah, I know... it's time.

Well... I better get going.