Death comes to us all and whatever creed, colour, religion, or gender we are, it is an inescapable fact. For most of us, our work on this mortal plane is over, for the select few their job has just begun.

With beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead, George Wolffe trembles with excitement while checking the information on the screens.

Breathing a sigh of relief, and with a smile a mile wide, he thinks. ‘At long last… there’s our new home… Earth 2. I need to tell the international space agencies to launch the Arks, before…’ Anne, sounding anxious over the bunkers intercom interrupted his thoughts.

“George, please come up here now, it’s important.”

“Can’t it wait honey? I’m a little busy right now,” said George, smirking as he thinks. ‘I’m just saving the planet, what can be more important than that.’

“George, I’m scared; please, you need to see this.

” George furrows his brow when he hears the concern in her voice. “Okay honey, I’m on my way.”

He looks again at the monitors and chuckles, “Happy wife, happy life. I’m sure the world can wait until I find out what’s happening upstairs.”

He went outside his Control Centre and got into the elevator taking him upstairs into his residence.

Shortly after - Armageddon began.