Pat and Henry: Mutual Feelings

I saw you last week by the river, right? Oh, I couldn't say. It was you alright. You were staring up at the sky. You were muttering about the clouds. Yes, that was me. The clouds trouble me. Oh, right. They say the end is near. Sure, sure. Nothing but flat screens from here on out. What on Earth are flat screens? No, I said rat screams. Oh, right. I hate rats. Gnaw at your feet. Pester the off-spring. (mutters) These clouds will be the death of us... Say what now? I'm sorry. I tend to get a little melodramatic in the late afternoon. I tend to get a little hungry. Especially these days, when everything seems to be dying around me. I miss the live catch! I suppose they'll learn from all the left-over bones... Sorry, who will learn what? They will learn what happened here. And what do you think is happening, Cloud Gazer? Not sure. But whatever it is, it's happening now. Look over there. IPad, by the way. You...pad? My name is Pat, I mean. Oh. I'm Henry. Nice to meet you. The feeling's mutual. Where are you headed Pat? Into history books most likely. May I join you? Don't think you have a choice. We're all dying off, aren't we? Ever since that beam of light in the night's sky last month, and now this thing with the clouds...we're done for, aren't we? We had our run, Henry. Now it's time to lay down. Okay, then. What a shame this all is. (sigh) I'm laying down. Alright, I'm down. That's it, Henry. Aren't you gonna lay down with me, Pat? Naw, I just got up from a nap about an hour ago. Well, what else is there to do if all we got left is to lay around and wait to die? I was thinking about going rollerskating. Really? Me too. Probably too cloudy though. Yeah, definitely. Should probably rest some more. Probably. Goodnight, Henry. Goodnight, Pat. See ya in a drawing on Facebook. What? Nothing. Go to sleep. Sleep I am going. The feeling is mutual.