Doomsday Prophecy Page #4

of a devastating earthquake

striking New York City

at 1:
00 p. m.

Eastern Standard Time.

Lower Manhattan

is completely underwater,

and scattered reports

describe a quake

that has cracked the Earth

along the Eastern Seaboard

of North America.

Live footage shows

building after building

crumbling to the ground.

Early figures indicate hundreds

of thousands of people are dead,

with millions more displaced.

The devastation

is on an epic scale.

Are you listening

to the news?

Half of New York is gone.

We're dealing

with severe global earthquakes.

This isn't the time

to be going into the woods

to chat with some hack

Nostradamus wannabe.

He's not a hack.

He told me this would happen.

What if Crane's a true prophet?

What if he's a crackpot who likes

to mind-meld with squirrels?

Listen, Brooke, people become

hermits for a reason.

Nine times out of 10

it's because they're nuts.

He's not nuts.

He said he needed my help,

and I believe him.

Okay, okay. I get it.

Just keep in touch, okay?

- I want updates.

- All right, I'll call you later.

Uh, I think

that's called vandalism.

I call it fuel.

I'll use it

to start our campfire.

Grandpa,

are you sure about this?

- About what?

- About your vision.

I told you,

it must be followed.

Yeah, but is it that important?

Fulfilling this vision

is the single most significant act

of my life.

That sounds pretty important.

Important for you as well.

You're part of the vision.

Come, I'll show you.

Let's move.

More walk, less talk.

Mr. Crane.

It's Eric Fox

from the publishing house.

Mr. Crane,

I need to speak with you.

Something terrible

has happened.

Mr. Crane?

Mr. Crane, it's Eric Fox

from Sidwell Publishing.

What the hell?

Who are you?

Freeze! Government agents!

I'm not going anywhere with you!

Hello.

What's going on?

I have no idea.

Why isn't he moving?

He's dead.

Oh, my God.

Who are you?

Whoa.

That's insane, okay?

I saw you come through the door

before you came through.

Okay.

Who are you?

Look, my name's Eric Fox.

I'm from a publishing house

in New York, okay?

And I just came up here

to pick up Crane's new book.

- Did you kill him?

- No, of course I didn't kill him.

Okay, I'm just trying

to make sense of this, too.

All right, please, relax.

Okay, I want your ID.

- Now!

- Oh, my God.

Look, I'm just going

for my wallet.

See?

Eric Fox.

Who are you?

Brooke Calvin.

I'm an archeology professor.

Rupert Crane called me yesterday,

and he said he needed my help.

- Are you sure that's him?

- Yeah, it's him.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, I think he's had some

sort of brain aneurysm

or seizure or something.

What's wrong with you?

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