“The world is going to end in three days.”
“H-how do you know?”
“I-I don’t know why…” he rubbed his head with his hand. “I just…it feels like the end… Am I going crazy?”
“I don’t /think/ so,” she said, frowning. Hesitantly she lifted a hand, meaning to touch his forehead, but thought better of it. He looked so wrought up. “Maybe … you could explain a little better?”