It all began when Teena came home late from mall-jamming. That was the night before the Beginning of the End of the World really all began. The Beginning of the End of the World all began the night before, really. Of course none of us knew it then. It’s only now, as I unscramble the events’ chronological order and jot down all that’s happened to my two sisters and me, do I fully understand that the Beginning of the End of the World really all began the night before. To be nit-picky, I guess I could say the Beginning of the End of the World all began the day my uncle Zacharius Bobbs was born. But that’d be saying too much, going too far back too soon. I’m not about to do that! For you to fully understand what happened to us you must relive our experience from beginning to end; but not that far back.