"They come" he said.
"They come?" I questioned.
He nodded solemnly and looked out the window into the dark. My eyes stayed on him.
"Where do they come from?" I asked in a hushed voice.
"Oh, all over." His nonchalant tone sent a shiver up my spine and I could feel it tingle on the outermost layer of my skin.
"What are they coming for?"
"For us." he said. I uncrossed my legs and climbed into his lap. He put his arm around me. I rested my head on his chest and looked down into the blankets. He continued looking out the window.
"What will they do to us?"
He gave me a squeeze.
Our silence filled the spaces in the room between the flickering of the candle on the desk.
We stayed like that in each others arms for what seemed like nearly an hour. Then his muscles tensed and I realized I could hear music in the distance. He was right. They were coming.
