David and Kathie are dead.
They stand looking at each other in an isle of infinite length.
On one side a counter with strangers sitting and eating.
On the other side card tables filled with stuff,
odds and ends, a trillion tables deep.
Their choice; sit at the lunch counter and eat forever
or browse through the tables forever looking.
But!, and here's the catch,
standing in the isle looking at each other
if they ever turn away and not see each other
they will never again see each other ever again, forever
through the remainder of eternity, the end of infinity.
They look, laugh.
This is not good enough.
Pound the counter.
Knock over the tables.