The meteor storms were getting more intense. I never thought people would be so obsessed with pieces of rock falling to Earth. That more than ninety nine percent never got to the ground, didn't seem to bother them.

Even now we were staring at the night sky in awe of the streaks of dying light above. Were the others making wishes as they had been since childhood? Did they wish for it to stop? For one to fall in the garden at our feet?

A small meteorite, barely five centimetres in diameter, landed in a car park earlier today, shattering a windscreen and making headline news.

I could hear voices on the radio filtering through the open door behind me. The television was on mute, even though the screen was flickering with the scene of the day.

"Did you see the meteorite hit the car?" the woman on the news channel asked.

"My car was parked next to it. It sounded like an explosion. My wife screamed as pieces of glass and rock and metal was sprayed all over us," a man explained. I could hear the importance in his voice. Why was it that people felt important when they witness something bad?

The reporter informed us in her well cultivated voice that no one was seriously hurt, but that it had been the second meteorite that struck the ground in our town. Was she going to mention that the meteorites were getting larger?

I stopped looking at the sky.

"Erica, where are you going? You are going to miss the big one they said will hit the atmosphere tonight."

I stopped and turned around at the voice. "Nowhere. Just getting some water."

"Do you think it will be the end? You know, the way it is described in the Bible?"

I wasn't given an opportunity to answer as two more voices jumped in. An argument ensued. It was nothing new. Since the storm began three days ago, people have been arguing everywhere about 'the end'. I have seen friends throw punches at each other. I wasn't sure that I had an opinion.

Did it matter if it was the end? We were going to die if it was. If it wasn't, we will carry on.

I didn't say that aloud.

The argument got louder.

I went inside the house. I wasn't thirsty but got a bottle of water anyway.

Suddenly the noise outside was louder. I frowned. It didn't sound like an argument anymore.

"There it is!"

I closed my eyes. Another sound invaded my space.

I opened my eyes. White and grey and black dots danced on the television screen. The radio was making shhh...shhh...shhh. I blinked and reached for my mobile phone.

Three people with somewhat blank expressions in the doorway looked at me. "What's going on?"

I looked at my mobile's screen when a voice on the radio said, "Xray Romeo One."

I read. Ten...nine...eight...