I have these awful thoughts. In the middle of the night. When I can't get to sleep. Like a slide show. The planet. Devastated. Hardly a sign of life except for the odd building on the landscape. And the sky is a deep purple. Silver clouds drift by. And the land is black. Except for the ditches where water runs red. There are leafless trees on the horizon that look like crucifixes. And I'm the last person on the planet. Except for a mysterious dark stranger. We're the Adam and Eve of the planet. And he's a serial killer.