Where was I at the end of the world? It’s a question I expect they will ask, and one I had best have a damn good answer for.
I know it wasn’t my fault, but the trick for me will be convincing them.
You see, I wasn’t meant to be there. My vacation was planned for another planetary system entirely. But though fate, or a data entry flaw, I ended up on a far out of the way planet. Finding it not altogether unlivable, I decided to stay a while.
Then it happened, 6 billion people gone like that! And so I’d better get to thinking of an alibi.