“Park the car.” Hanz says with a casual gesture.

“We're on the highway.” Taylor says with a raised eyebrow.

“Don't be a baby. Just do it.” Hanz says with slight impatience.

Taylor lets out a sigh. “Alright.” He says before pulling over.

Taylor gets out of the car and walks over to other side.

Hanz casually opens the door and shuts it as Taylor arrives.

“I'm gonna cast some spells. Just relax for a moment.” Hanz says before making some weird gestures with his hands. Suddenly it was as if Hanz was sprinkling fairy dust around him; sparkles and shiny colours spread out before landing gently on both Hanz and Taylor.

“Alright.” He says as he slaps his hands together, as if to get rid of the dust. “Now let’s go. And try to be sneaky, or the rabbit might get away.” He says before getting on his tippy toes and walking into the field of grass.

Taylor watches this with a blank stare before following. Why do I feel I’m in a cartoon. There’s no way any of this is necessary. He thinks to himself before following carelessly.

Hanz pauses and gives Taylor a look before gesturing to his toes.

Taylor didn’t flinch and continues to stare blankly at Hanz.

Hanz couldn’t hold in a smile. “Alright. The tippy toes isn’t really necessary. But it would have been great for the vibe.” He admits before walking ahead normally.

As Taylor follows, he hears Hanz mutter, “Party pooper.” Taylor shakes his head. “Are you really allowed to act like that? You know you’re on the eighth stage, right?” Taylor says, unimpressed.

“Exactly, Taylor. I’m on the eighth stage. And the top… It’s a lonely place. I’d rather spend life at stage one, getting tossed around by the world like the rest of the riff-raff. Life would be more fun.” Hanz says with a chuckle.

Taylor shakes his head. “Then who would hold up the sky, Hanz?” He responds. In Taylor’s opinion, the top wasn’t meant to be fun. All the responsibility goes to the top, which is just a nuisance. Taylor thinks. He very much didn’t envy Hanz.

Hanz lets out a laugh. “I’d rather just let it fall. That way we can rebuild together.” He says with an ominous smile.

Taylor shakes his head again. “Can’t you stop saying stuff like that, Hanz? The world is fine as it is. It doesn’t need to be rebuilt.” He says honestly.

“Unfortunately you’re wrong, Taylor. Like all good things, it must come to an end. The world had a good run, and it was fun while it lasted. But the universe is a heartless place and it’s getting bored. Since it’s going to end anyway I might as well get a run at it.” Hanz says before letting out another laugh.

Taylor considers Hanz’s words; taking a moment to think about it. He lets out a sigh. “Maybe you’re right. But it’s certainly no one’s place to end it. If it’s going to die let it rest in peace, and let the pieces fall naturally.” He says. As Taylor saw it, this sort of thing would be better without man’s interference.

“Oh, Taylor, my love.” Hanz says before looking to Taylor as a smile blooms on his face. “This is happening naturally.” He says before turning forward and continuing.