Two Years, the Terrifying Truth of the World

Somewhere in the space-time of the universe. In the afternoon. Downtown Washington, in a modern apartment. Ding-dong! The doorbell suddenly rang. "Who is it?" Mary Jane, wearing an apron and preparing dinner, curiously came out of the kitchen. "I wasn't expecting anyone." Officer George shrugged. He was still wearing his sheriff's uniform and was intently reading an open daily newspaper. "Why don't you go answer the door?" Mrs. Mary grumbled as she hurried toward the front door, where the bell was still ringing.