Really Bad News
I’ve got some bad news.
It’s not the end of the world, although that is going on. It’s not the alien mothership hanging overhead. It’s not the dead, rising from the ground, clawing their way through damp earth and feeding on live flesh, although that’s not what I’d call good.
It’s not the hordes of bandits roaming the streets, or the mad scientist with the weather control machine, or the mind-controlling slugs. It’s also not werewolves, vampires, faeries, or heffalumps, but we’re going to have to deal with them.
It’s that she’s gone. And you might never get her back.