August 16, 059h

	Spud's arms burned.  His chest was warm and damp, as if he'd wet 
himself on the wrong end of his body.  But he hadn't.  The fluid wasn't 
his at all, and it wasn't urine.
	The sky above him, already night, darkened and he looked up to see 
a massive shadow bearing down at them.
 	It had to be Death.  Death was coming for Dick.
 	Spud opened his mouth.
 	And screamed.