" James... I never told you, but now that this meteorite is rushing towards us, and the end of the world is coming I want to tell you that..."
" Hold on a minute, Paris. Charlie comes online. I must talk to him."
" But James. For heaven's sake. We only have two more hours to live. Since when is Charlie so important to you? You aren't well... You know..."
" Sorry Paris. Got to hang up. We made a must-keep appointment and I've got to hurry."
" I love you!"
" Realy? That's very sweet of you. Bye."

One and a half hour later water dashes over the cliffs, as the meteorite's gravity causes an extremely high tide. James and Charlie push a little boat into the sea and brave the high waves.

" Paris called me."
" Oh why?"
" Cause she loved me or something like that."
" Realy?"
" She's a bit late, isn't she?"
" Yes. I guess so. All those people are getting a bit hysterical now that we're going to die. I'm glad that you at least kept your head cool."
" Of course I did. I wouldn't want to miss our weekly fishing trip, just because of some stupid meteorite. Ah, I guess I've caught something..."