GRAVITY

The collision is inevitable. It is the end of the world. Earth is in panic. Scientists around the globe came up with several hypotheses, which were too disappointingly absurd to believe that it ever came from Einstein's prodigees:

1) That Planet X42 is a gaseous planet and would collide with the earth as a strong wind would to a rock --- believing the Earth would be left unscathed.

2) That Planet X42 is only the size of Brazil and a collision would cause possible tsunamis which could wipe out only several small island countries.

3) That Planet X42 was an inhabited planet and collision would be a tool for possible alien invasion by highly-advanced species.

Sad to say, no matter how much we think we are an advanced species, we, humans, were not advanced enough to predict that the world would end in 2020. Heck! We could be living in 2050 and still be unprepared for this.

We have data, at least --- enough to tell us that the possible date of collision is in 42 days.

"Clara,"

I opened my eyes, gasping for air, sweating. I jumped out of bed and dismissed the thought. It was just a dream. Despite the nerve-wracking countdown, I tried to live my life as normally as possible.

Banana Pancakes for Breakfast--- hmmm Spam, Eggs, and Bacon too,

10 laps around the park,

Movie Marathon of Jane Austen films in the afternoon.

I guess, a perk I enjoy from all the commotion, is that I don't have to go to work anymore. Money has no value.

Ever since the discovery of Planet X42, normalcy stopped. World Trade stopped. Businesses, Banks, Hospitals, Schools shut down. To each his own. People lived indoors, spending their remaining days with their families. I have none of that.

Unlike my loud, busy neighborhood, building underground bunkers was not in my itinerary. Hey, I'm an orphan. I have nothing more to lose in life. If I die, so be it.

"No, you may not,"

Huh? What? Who's there?!

My eyes searched my surroundings. I was on my third lap around the park. There was nobody. I must be dehydrated. My water bottle's empty. I slowly walked the shortest path towards home.

For several days, I tried to dismiss it --- that voice in my head. It just keeps getting stronger. I first heard it on the 39th Day til collision (Day 39TC). It sounded like faint whispers.

But now the voice is as clear as day. I couldn't ignore it. I tried to answer back but even if I screamed at the top of my lungs, the voice could not hear me.

Until Day 30TC.

"Clara,"

I opened my eyes, but I was too lazy to get up from bed. "Who are you?" I mumbled.

"I am Jeeve,"