It was 3:47 on a mild, partially cloudy afternoon and somewhere in the distance a bird was singing. It would have been just like any other day, except that the city was empty. Almost an hour ago everyone just left. There was no warning, no ceremony, but the rapture came all the same. Somehow though, it had missed a few. Maybe it was random chance or maybe the great filing system in the sky had just been poorly organized, but either way Roxy was left with nobody else. Or at least that was what she thought until she found the other girl, fainted in the streets. She had taken her from where she found her to a nearby park and bandaged the scrape on her arm. Then she had waited. Waited for the girl to wake up, waited for another person to show up, waited for anything to happen. Some kind of sign or direction, but as she waited, nothing obvious came. Out of context, she couldn't help but chuckle that she was out in the park with a strange girl's head in her lap. But she couldn't ignore the context enough to warrant more than a chuckle, so she took out her heart patterned ukulele and strummed softly, hoping to ease her mind.