It's the end of the world as you know it... At least it will be, if my dear despicable mum gets her way. I, however, happen to be quite fond of some of the toys I've discovered on this plane. Ma petite monstre, for starters. But the plague is spreading, taking no prisoners, and I'm trapped and at the mercy of a deal I made with Rosie. If Pestilence succeeds, I'll lose everything I've...