Misery does love company. Especially at the end of the world.

[ It's a lame joke, delivered as poorly, but that's always been his last line of defense, anyway. And it's no more heartening to hear she's also here alone, bereft of familiar sights as well as faces - the last of his feigned amusement fading from his own. ]

I was hoping I'd have seen a familiar face, by now. I suppose that's not so likely, if we're both on our own.