"We aren't fucked, you are just a glass half empty kind of guy. It's very off-putting, by the way." Lucifer yawned and pointed to the left. "Next one there. We're closing in on it." The presence. He or she or they, whatever. Close.

"The apocalypse, for one thing, has a whole lot of prophecies attached to it that would kick me from free will right to predestined. I tore down half of heaven to get out of that, so, yes. Maybe I don't want to do anything, including ending the world. I like the world. On and off, anyway. Beats nothingness."

He paused for a moment, turning his head. "We've now driven past the fourth flower shop since we entered the town. What's that about?"