Alas, I’d barely attained the middle limbs when the T. rex arrived—its jaws snapping shut only inches from my shoes and its bellows echoing, furiously. Yet there was little it could do; I’d already climbed beyond its reach (and was climbing higher still). And so we tried to wait each other out, the tyrannosaur and I, as fragments of the meteor began lancing the earth and the doomsday tsunami drew inexorably closer. As the clock ticked mercilessly and Amanda surely fretted and Búi seemed almost to whisper in my ear: Where have you gone to, my husband, my love, and why have you abandoned me? Is it not obvious—so very, very obvious-—-where I am? Why, oh why, can’t you see?
At which, inexplicably, I did see—something.
A roof.
Just a roof.
Indeed, there wasn’t even anything special about it
