On the day the world that he knew ended, Bobby was in a strange town with the wrong girl. Not that the town was all that strange, just strange to him. Not that the girl was all that wrong, just...She wasn’t Mandy. Mandy was about five-hundred miles in his rearview and in many ways farther than that.

Layla on the other hand was less than a foot away sitting in the passenger seat of his car. She’d reclined the seat a bit, not lying down but enough so that she could stretch her bar. . .