Bronx, 8:40 a.m.
"M-Mia, about what happened Saturday morning—"
"Does this really look like the right time to talk about that?!" Mia cuts him off sharply.
They sit side by side on the couch of the apartment they're taking refuge in.
The window beside them looks out over a horrifying scene of destruction stretching as far as the eye can see.
A surreal silence reigns.
The usual traffic and daily noise are gone, just a memory. Only the heavy footsteps of thousands of vampires fill the streets, along with their animalistic sounds.
"I know it's not the best time, but… if something goes wrong and these end up being our last moments together, I don't want to die without clearing things up with you."
"T-There's nothing to clear up! You're a guy and pretty perverted — I didn't expect anything different from you, but…"
Mia tilts her head and rests it on Chris's shoulder, a soft, sweet smile forming on her lips.
