Jim was always searching for a beginning. Which is unfortunate, because even before we’re born the beginning eludes us. The universe is perpetually moving away from it. The opening line of a novel, the first note of a song, the first breath of a baby – all beginnings, all fleeting. All ultimately meaningless, in time.

But Jim chased it down anyway. He chased it hard, like it was salvation. But he was running in the wrong direction. He wasn’t running towards a beginning, he was running from one. What he was chasing was an epilogue, a happily ever after. An end.