Mick stood in the now empty living room, staring off into space and gripping a small object tightly in his right hand. Shirley walked into the room, attempting to clear away some of the confetti and streamers laying around.
"Mick? Where is everyone? Where did they go? And where did they all come from?" Shirley walked up to her husbands's side. "What's that you're holding?"
"They're gone, Shirley. They were never here. None of them were. None of us are really here at all." Mick looked around the empty room as his voice echoed slightly from the walls. He looked down into his hands at the tiny snowglobe showing a small tropical island with the inscription: Welcome to sunny La Perdita!
"Doctor, has there been any change?" Shirley asked, walking up to Mick's door in the sanatarium. "No, Mrs. Harrison, I'm afraid not. See for yourself."
Shirley looked through the small hole in the door to see Mick leaning back against the wall. He was mumbling something to himself over and over again.
"Mxy. . .Mxy. . .Mxy. . ."
Finis
