We stand out in the middle of nowhere with the fake rubble of the bank beneath our feet. I don’t think I ever really slept during those months. A few nights here and there. But I was never here nor there. I was with her. And now on this last day of filming, betraying scenes and sex scenes and pseudo political commentaries all aside, we knew our hiding out….well it was over. Sooner or later it was coming out.

And we stood on the rubble. Our surreal apocalypse all around us. Having taken my hand just when the disaster started. Having us run through the bank as Benny faked shooting at us as glass and windows and everything broke on cue, Carmen’s hand hot in mine as she faked lead the way to her character bosses Panic Room. The second time thru…well it started to hit me that it was all over. Whatever quiet life I was living before was now over. And as we faked hiding in the panic room, as the dust settled and we walked out to the next set and we stood all age of apocalypse at the center of the rubble with police cars and press and ambulance and etc….etc destroyed flipped and burned this way and that….As we stood and felt the end. We knew it to be true. It wasn’t hard to play it, to convey it for the film. Hand and hand we walked out deeper into the city and Alice and her mobile directors chair moving up and up, the camera pulling back and back.

Ramona saying to Sandy.

“Now what?”

Sandy looks around. I look around. It’s not hard really. To act like I could enjoy the end of the world. I look at her, Ramona. And I don’t say anything. I just take her hand in mine. Kiss her soft on the cheek and tuck my gun, Sandy’s gun into my waist band. And we faked walking into the unknown.

End credits.

Mark was very specific about wanting this song at the end. And Alice seemed to agree with it.