"And you're giving up?" I asked in amazement. "Come on, Tuck, we've got to get started right now."

"No, you don't get it," Tuck said. "We're not talking about getting a couple of people to sing Kumbaya. We're talking about reversing the cumulative thought vibrations of the entire planet. Or if not reversing them, at least disrupting enough of the negative emotions that are being broadcast throughout the world."

"Well, how many people would we need to get on board with this?" I asked.

"Some people think it's possible to change the world with a relatively small number of people, just the square root of 1% of the population. That's about 8,245 people. But that's a very conservative estimate, and anyway, we don't have time to win that many people over. Not to mention that when people can plainly see that the world is ending right before their eyes, it's not exactly easy to get into the right state of mind."

That was disappointing. Although I still didn't totally buy the whole idea of thoughts becoming reality, when you're facing disaster and you're running out of options, you want to have something you can put your faith in.

"Tuck," I said, "you know I don't really believe in this stuff. But I know that you do. And apparently, Morty did too. I'm out of ideas. I don't know what else to do. So even if the odds of this 'think happy happy joy joy thoughts' thing working aren't exactly promising, we have to try. Really, it's either that or give up. Which would you rather do?"

Tuck smiled. "Holy cow, Jack," he said. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've become an optimist."

"Maybe," I replied. "But my newfound sense of cheer and goodwill expires at midnight. So are you in or out?"

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