When 2% of the world's population abruptly disappears without explanation, the world struggles to understand just what they're supposed to do about it. This the story of the people who didn't make the cut.
Wayne: Been having this dream, Tom. It's the same one, over and over. It's about my son. "We're gone, Daddy," he says to me. "And all the people who stayed, they're pretending like it never happened. They're asleep, but they need to wake up now." So I ask him why. Why now? And he says, "Therefore, watch and remember, that by the space of three years, I seize not to warn them, night and day, with tears." Tom: Three years? Wayne: Three years. Tom: That's tomorrow. Wayne: Grace period's over, Tom. Time to go to work.