I sit on a wooden bench for a lack of anything to do. I wait for her to come. If the door is unlocked, as it was, then she will. I keep my vigil, but there is no sign of her. All time outside the Library has ceased. I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.

Haruki Murakami | Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World