Mina frowned thoughtfully. Many Kindred she knew were very eager to regain their mortality. Mina was not one of them. She enjoyed being what she was, she had asked for it. There was a profound pleasure in being able to walk away from a hanging or an explosion, not to mention the fact that she enjoyed watching the world change, changing with it. She could not imagine what it would feel like to suddenly revert back to what she was. "That must be awful for you," she murmured, taking a sip of her drink.

She then spit the drink out.

"Apocalypse?" Joseph Brown had warned them, hadn't he? That the world would be consumed in 2011. She remembered the story clearly from when she had been in Morgenstern's mind. California was an island, ruled over by the Ordo Dracul and maintained by mutated creatures with Bat wings. She had been so certain that future had been avoided, based on what the other people had been telling her.

Maybe not...