End times aren't supposed to be very pretty.

“I choose my love for Lucinda," he called to Heaven and Earth, to the angels all…”

“You're right," he said, jerking open the portal. "There is one place she's sure…”

“Oh, jeez, please kill that metaphor,...Or kill me. One or the other.”

“Eh? How 'bout that?" Bill nudged her. "Did I promise to show you love or did I …”