The universe ended for the fifth time that day. No, the world had not ended five times in one day alone, that’d be silly. But it ended for the fifth time, in total, on that sunny afternoon with the muddy sounds of the marching band emanating through the cracked windows of the music hall. Somewhere in the distance, a hawk snatched up a squealing rodent, a frog croaked, and the universe ceased to be for about twenty-four seconds. After a reboot, and a complete backup from storage, thing proceeded on as usual, including the third trombone being out of tune.