[And there they are, to the thing itself. Sometimes Beckett forgets that the only people who know are himself and the few, the oh so few that he's told. Two, three people maybe? In all of Norfinbury. In all the world as it is. It's almost impossible to grasp, that it could have happened, and but for him, no one would know.

But he is the chronicler. Haurchefant had even suggested as much, that that is why he still lives. When the question is asked, he answers, even if every return to it costs.]

Of - everything. You don't have the concept - the idea of the end times? God's day of judgement - no, of course you don't.

[Not Enoch. Despite what the book might have said.]

We call it Gehenna. The prophesied end of all things. The destruction of all Kindred... and perhaps of all humanity and the world with us. It certainly seemed to be heading that way. Anatole always knew. And I always doubted.