“The bitter cold of 60 deg is leaving us for weekend highs in the 80s. Perfect for those photos with Santa,” said the weatherman.
They moved all of their belongings into storage and hit the road. If the world were going to end, they’d have the best seats.
The returned letter was unopened and marked, “No Address Exists.” Surely there had to be someone left on Earth.
Washed out upon the sands of time, they escaped the doldrums that plagued the seas of the world belonging to the lost boys.