Part 1

“Last night I dreamt the heavens opened up and it began to rain, maybe forever, but I never saw it stop. People watched the water rising and wouldn’t believe it was coming for them. Every time it reached a new height they were certain that was the end. At no time did they think to run for cover. First, the penned up animals drowned. By then it was too late for any ideas to save us. They were only pointing fingers at who it was to blame, taking action against others while the rain ceased not. There was nothing I could do. It was a dream, though it felt more than a dream for in the end an angel came to tell me it would be so. Eventually only the elite could stay on top of the constant rise. Tides of time changed, waves became tsunamis crushing fleets and cities instantly. The whole world turned blue and the survivors took to the sky. They found no hope. It only delayed the inevitable. The last tribes of humanity clung together and watched each other slowly fall. When I was alone the angel appeared to me. At first there was a bright light, then a beautiful giant of a human with wings. They told me I wasn’t dreaming, that God had chosen me to see this prophecy and spread the word. As I sit there are so many questions I should have asked. When? How? Who am I to be saving the world? The prophecy only showed our destruction, not how we might come to correct our course.”

“Joel”—his wife’s words brought him back—“what are you talking about?”
“I think the world is going to end.”