No one knows about it anymore, but the world ended. The 6 final humans all shared a glass of alcohol together as they prepared for their species to end.  And then it didn't, thanks mostly to me. But to save the world when it was past saving, to rewind time how I did, a few horrible things needed to be done. I needed to ensure that I was the very last human alive, the hard way. And though I didn't know it at first, I needed to take other people back with me. So, I return to the world five years before Armageddon, unsure who has hitched a ride backwards, and if it's those who remember what I did to get us here.  The world is still a half-foot in the grave, and the knowledge of what comes next is as suffocating as it is useful. This is a story of hard choices, real and figurative monsters, a drive to insanity, the weight of the world, and the impossibility of true understanding. But most importantly, it's a story of what's already but never happened.