I watched him ascend, and then sat there awhile, staring at my notes.
"Can I get you anything?" Gabe said.
"We're going to have to cancel," I said. "We don't have an Antichrist or a Pestilence. Nobody's in charge of the Great Day of His Wrath. We don't have a dragon or a Wormwood or a bottomless pit. All we have is a heavenly quartet."
"Now don't go getting in a tailspin again," Gabe said. "It'll all come together. And what if we do have to cancel? It's not the end of the world.