He exercised until ten, read Cat Fancy until eleven, and then sat and stared at the door until eleven fifty. He went to the bathroom to pee.
Eleven fifty-five. He looked in the mirror and examined the sole hair he managed to find on his body. An eyelash.
It fell out.
He went back into his bedroom.
Midnight.
Nothing happened. No electrical winding down. No thunk as the locks turned off. Nothing. He counted to fifty, watched his clock turn 12:01, and groaned in disbelief. Had Topher pranked him? Goddammit! Even after the end of the world, after everything they’d been through, he was still an immature little . . .
The electricity wound down. The digital clock faded. The lock thunked and his door opened with a creak.
He met Topher in the hallway, and they went immediately to the kitchen
