This Time Tomorrow

She’d lived alone since she was in college, and truly sharing space with another adult every single day—kitchen, toilet, and all—was a level of commitment Alice did not aspire to. If there was any secret pathway to the past and the future, it made sense that it would be underground, running alongside the 2/3 train tunnels, places where no one ever went if they didn’t want, in one way or another, to disappear. Alice liked his future full, less lonely, and so she figured out how to swerve when necessary, to get Sam to say the thing. Everyone died in the end, at some unknown point in the future.