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Blue sky, mild wind, same muggy streets, and Hobbes thinks it's a pretty ordinary day to pass out, really.
Still, so it is, the goddamn reptiles won - but the big deal isn't that, not anymore.
Hobbes' worry is to find Erica - he knows for sure she's still alive - and that urge hurts like bloody hell.
He's already lost everything he loved by the hands of those monsters, humanity is going to be exterminate soon anyway, and it's a matter of hours before the entire planet will explode.
At least, he wishes to see Erica for the last time.
Then, in that very moment, the world will be allowed to end.