Hermann is personally offended that, as he’s brushing his teeth in an immaculate, white-tiled bathroom, Is this it? by The Strokes begins to play on repeat in his head.
He can’t stop the tears that come for Leibniz, for the kids, for all the unknown things that will ever fade with grace before their day and after their time.
In some D-brane of the multiverse, there’s a non-zero chance that Newton Geiszler, totally out of his pretty little mind, is reopening a transdimensional portal that should remain shut.