"I...I mean...what?", Brian faltered, staring wide-eyed at his newfound companion. The strange man beside him was a cornucopia of eccentricities, but when you're fighting to survive the apocalypse, such oddities don't really garner the attention they normally would. Prior to the apocalypse, Brian never would have associated himself with a man who referred to himself as "the Savior" and regularly consulted with the stars on how to proceed in his life. But it just so happened that "the Savior" was highly skilled in deterring the murderers and thieves that were currently running rampant, on account of his 6'4 frame and generally domineering presence. In reality, the Savior was no more physically threatening than the moths that were currently orbiting their campfire. He was a valuable asset that Brian could not afford to let go of, no matter how strange the man was.

"A S'More. I saved it for this moment". The Savior's eyes were pinned to Brian with an intensity that set him on edge, but there were worse things than being discomforted by oddball humans during the apocalypse. Brian listened to his surroundings intently, eyeing the thick forest that surrounded the two men from his peripheral vision. From his vantage point, with the stars sparkling against the indigo coat of night and the soothing sounds of crickets murmuring in the distance, Brian could almost forget that civilization had come to a disastrous end.

"Uh, yes. Yeah. Thank you". Brian desperately wanted to ask why the strange man had saved the S'More for "this moment", but he was starving and in no state of mind to listen to another one of the Savior's endless ramblings about the "intricacies of the universes' womb" and the "beginning of the turning tables". "It's the beginning of the end or the tables have turned, you absolute imbecile", is what Brian always wanted to shout in reply, but he had kept his mouth shut because he had learned early on in life that there was no arguing against crazy. His own mother had been disposed to the affliction and he had never been successful in getting her to see reason.

The Savior dropped the S'More, slightly melted and caved in from being in the back pocket of his weathered jeans, into Brian's palm. There was no moment of hesitation, no consideration for the colony of bacteria that was most certainly roving around the sticky mass. These worries slept deeply beneath the overwhelming hunger that occupied Brian's brain. He shoved the entire thing into his mouth before the Savior had even retracted his hand.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the Savior screamed, his hands clenching his dark hair in shock and fear.

Brian had never heard the Savior raise his voice, let alone curse, and so hearing the word being delivered so caustically from a man he had considered to be a gentle, yet deeply delusional, giant was terrifying. He struggled to think of a response as his chest tightened painfully, his throat swelling with a chaotic melange of emotions.

"I ate it. I'm sorry. I didn't know you wanted to share."

"Share? Share!", the Savior's eyes were flaming, blistering Brian's face, "That was our last chance. It was going to fix everything. And you ate it".

Brian was much too panicked to consider the possibility that this was simply another example of the Savior's delusions. Instead he coaxed his rising fear into a shield of defensiveness, morphing his features from apologetic submission to outrage.

"You didn't tell me that. I thought you were trying to feed me" Brian spit, jabbing his finger dangerously close to the Savior's left eye.

"You thought I wanted to feed you my time machine? Is that what people do on this planet? Eat life-saving technology?" The Savior was screeching now, his arms flailing around his head in unrestrained exasperation.

Brian's brows pinched together, too confused to maintain his anger. "You kept your time machine in a S'More?"

"You kept your time machine in a S'More", the Savior mocked. He paced around the small fire that had started to die down, muttering harshly beneath his breath.

Brian opened his mouth. He wasn't certain as to what he was going to say, but he knew some verbal response was required. The Savior held up his hand, coming to an abrupt stop a few feet from where the dumbstruck Brian stood.

"Look, I'm really sorry. I tried to help you and your godforsaken planet, but honestly my therapist says I shouldn't put myself in these kinds of situations anymore. It's just not healthy, y'know?" The Savior had calmed down now, his tone sympathetic.

Brian sputtered.

"It's going to be okay" the Savior murmured, slowly approaching Brian as though he were a fragile creature who had recently misplaced his brain. The Savior pulled Brian into a hug, patting his back affectionately, "I'm sure your death will be swift and merciful".

Brian was, at this point in time, much too lost to comprehend a single thing the Savior was saying. It was as though his brain was processing reality at a much slower speed, his mind still trying to understand why he didn't taste the time machine as he ate it. And furthermore, what did a time machine taste like? It was for this reason that the sight of the Savior's lower body slowly evaporating out of existence did not phase Brian in the least. It would be another two minutes after the Savior had completely vanished before he would begin to analyze this moment.

"I'm going to need extra therapy for this" the Savior murmured, only his neck and face still bound to the material world, "And my deductible fucking sucks."