Hong Kong, the last Monday ever

Tish, it seemed, had gone the way of Trucker and Priestly's parents and Japan. Priestly tried not to think about it.

All travel between countries appeared to have ceased. He wasn't sure if boats and planes and things actually didn't exist any more, or if maybe the people running them had noticed they were having issues the same way Portalocity had, and honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

It was all just too creepy. He couldn't handle it.

"I know you think I'm losing my mind," he told Jen in his now daily phone call. "I wonder that, too, sometimes. But come on. Why would you work in a sandwich shop with no other employees and no customers? Jen, you're a computer geek!" Jen didn't respond. Priestly sighed. "Look. I just. You know I love you, Jen. I just wish you could see what's happening all around you."

Jen still didn't say a word.

"Jen?"

Silence.

"Dammit, this isn't funny."

That was when Priestly noticed that the quiet wasn't just from the phone. The whole bar he'd been sitting in had gone silent. Priestly looked up, spotting the last of his fellow patrons going out the door. He frowned.

"I'll call you back," he told Jen, hoping against hope that she was still somewhere on the other end of the line. He hung up the phone and went over to the door. He clenched the phone in his fist, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

The street was full of people, all eerily silent. They all stared east, towards the coast. Priestly walked between them, out into the middle of the street, afraid to look. Afraid of what he'd see. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. He turned.

The Pacific Ocean was gone. The parks that lined the eastern Hong Kong coast were gone. The end of the street was gone.

In their place was simply . . . Nothing.

Priestly swallowed, then raised his phone. He took a picture and set it up to send, then called the only number he had left that he was sure would have someone on the other end.

"I sent you a picture," he said. He closed his eyes. "I know you'll find someone who can help." A breath. "I love you."

And then there were none.