Irving Parker is dead and no one knows it. Turns out... the moments right before the apocalypse are completely mundane. The world breathes like it always has—self-obsessed and assured of its own continuation. When, in reality, the creature from King Lake continues to secrete brain-slugs into the sewer system of Whisper. And the vomited-up skeleton of a little girl is busy trapping an unsuspecting (and washed up) television host. It’s all about to fall down.