prospit
"Take it all off."
He raised an eyebrow, but true to his word, said nothing. As always, he worked quickly--before long she was staring at her own reflection in the mirror, marveling at that bald head.
"Scoot over," she says, and he does.
She puts her hand over his. It's one of those fucking days, blue sky and no clouds and fucking pigeons flapping all over the fucking place, like a scene from Hollywood's latest monstrosity--look at us! look how beautiful and perfect and in love we are!--and it won't last.
"It puts these in a new light, doesn't it?" Rose says lightly, dealing them out.
And so the four of them spend their last hours playing Go Fish. Jade wonders whether they're going to make it after all--whether they might not be making a huge mistake, meddling with the fabric of space-time for a few cantankerous aliens from another universe--but she /can't/ him there if he might be alive, and besides, they don't have a choice anymore, do they?