“Totally,” Orion says, but I don’t believe he believes me.

“I literally just signed up. It’s got to be some mistake.”

There are so many eyes on me, and this isn’t how I want the world to see me.

It’s time to prove everyone wrong so we can move on.

I slide my thumb across my phone’s screen to answer this pocket-dial End Day call.

“Hello?” I ask.

“Hello, I’m calling from Death-Cast,” a familiar deep voice says, the one we all know well ever since the day he was standing beside the president and announcing this new program. “I’m Joaquin Rosa. Is this Valentino Prince?”

Hearing Joaquin Rosa—Mr. Death-Cast himself—say my name is a shock to the system. It’s like being stabbed by cold air all the times I left the house at 5:00 a.m. to go for a run. There’s always that temptation to return inside where it’s warm and cozy, where I can rest instead. But I’m someone who keeps it moving because that’s how you go forward in life. Even now, I feel an urge to hang up this call and pretend it’s not happening, but then this cloud will be hanging over my head. I’m sure Joaquin is calling because someone in customer service noticed an error with my registration, and since it’s a busy night for everyone, Joaquin is personally seeing to it that there will be no issues when Death-Cast is actually calling about my End Day decades from now. It’s awfully kind of him to take the time on this big day.

“Hi, Mr. Rosa. This is Valentino. Everything okay?”

There’s a pause on his end. I almost check to see that he hasn’t hung up. “Unfortunately not, Valentino.”

“Well, what’s going on?” I ask. “Did I mess up my registration form?”

“Valentino, I regret to inform you that sometime in the next twenty-four hours you’ll be meeting an untimely death,” Joaquin says. “While there isn’t anything I can do to suspend that, I want you to know that you still have a chance to live.”

I’m shaking my head like he can see me. But Orion and Dalma and a ring of strangers can. I don’t mind Orion and Dalma, but everyone else is crowding me like they’re waiting for me to break-dance, to put on a show. I wish Times Square would go dark right now, sort of like how all the doomsayers have been prophesizing. Except I don’t want the world to end for anyone, myself very much included.