Caped, drifting phantoms all, we stared at what remained of the moon. That’s all we ever did. Pockmarked and punctuated by the very same asteroid that careened into the Earth, the bitter irony, it was not us who’d ended it, after all. All those threats, the fear mongering, the supposed inevitability, and, instead, all ended by a rock. It was no recompense, no solace to the ghosts who remained, but at least it had changed the view.