And so I watched them hop. Slowly making their way across this unknown plane. I followed them, making sure they didn't know I was there. It isn't time yet, no. The two of them talked and talked and talked about stuff that doesn't matter and about the world. Neither of them ran into another bird. Perhaps they were the only other two birds left after all, besides me of course.

Obviously that isn't the case. At the time of the Abandonment there were millions of birds standing on powerlines. They are all trapped in this place, somewhere. Serena the chickadee and Andrew the goldfinch are some of the lucky ones who were actually able to find each other. I'm sure there's countless others who are entirely by themselves.