"It's not too late for you, Jack," he said. "You can still join us. Let me go, and help me convince the others to support our cause. Mrityu may have rejected you once, but he doesn't see what I see in you. I can get him to change his mind. You'll be one of us. He'll spare your life, and you'll live to be a part of the new world. Don't you want to see it?"

"All I want to see," I replied, "is you spending the rest of your life on death row. Because you know what? I don't think the world is going to end tonight. I don't think that mesothelioma is going to infect the entire planet. And I don't think that the voice in your head belongs to the god of death, who came here millions of years ago to fix the world by killing everyone."

Morty looked disappointed, but not surprised. "Jack," he said, "you're not thinking clearly, or you'd know you're wrong. But if I can't get through to you, perhaps I can get through to someone who has a better understanding of such matters."

He turned to face Tuck now. "You've shown great interest in that ancient artifact you're holding, and for good reason. But why haven't you looked at the other side yet?"

The other side? Tuck had been so mesmerized by the soil sample from the K-T boundary that he had forgotten to even check what was on the back. He flipped it over, and found that the frame didn't have a backing. Instead, the reverse of the soil sample was visible. Tuck's jaw dropped.

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