Ending

I can't see the moon anymore. I think it was there a few minutes ago, but it's definitely not there now. A dark spot, about moon-sized was missing from the field of stars overhead, if I remember correctly. There are no blanked out parts of the sky now though. A perfect night sky, a billion pinpricks of light giving the heavens a grayish tone. Something is wrong though, I can't quite put my finger on it. A cloudless star-filled sky in the early evening is just wrong though.
I mustn't panic. I was definitely panicking earlier, but everyone else was panicking too, so I wasn't being unreasonable. Panicking when the sun ceases to be is a perfectly rational reaction. She didn't panic, but everyone else did. She gave me a poncho when we started to head here. It was to keep me dry in the rain, or to stop the wind, I can't remember. It had to be the wind, because we didn't even see the sun until after the clouds vanished.
I don't see her anywhere, but I know she must be around here somewhere. We got up here before the wind stopped. She was standing next to the edge of the roof, trying to tell me something, but her poncho was flapping in the wind and I couldn't hear her with all the noise.
The antenna on the roof faced toward the city, at least it did before the power went out and we could still see the lights, but now it just points out into the nothingness. Or did it point at the mountain, I don't remember things well under stress. I wish I had my notepad with me today, so I could jot these things down.
Nobody on the radio this morning said anything about the moon vanishing. I would have remembered that, I think. I do need to get off of this roof though, would be easier if there were some stars out so I could see. I wonder how long they've been gone.