The chess game had just started to get serious when a blinding light burst through the windows of Jon's man cave. It was so bright that, for a heartbeat, everyone thought that the sun had defied nature and risen during the winter night.
Kris, who was lounging near the partially open window with a cigarette between his fingers, froze mid-drag. "What the hell_" he muttered, smoke curling around his face. He pushed the window wide open and poked his head outside.
The others jumped to their feet and hurried to the window. Sheldon, his arm still wrapped in a gold-colored cast, rubbed it absentmindedly as he stared at the sky. "Is that a moon?" He asked, mostly himself. "It is too low..... I mean did it fall from the sky or something. Crap, just when I thought this fucking apocalypse would not get any worse. What the hell are we supposed to do about a falling moon?"
