There is always time for another last minute
Did I do anything last night that suggested I was sane?
Perhaps the magic would last, perhaps it wouldn't. But then again, what does?
Probably the last sound heard before the Universe folded up like a paper hat would be someone saying, 'What happens if I do this?'
Many an ancient lord's last words have been, 'You can't kill me because I've got magic aaargh.'
Last night there seemed to be a chance. Anything was possible last night. That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings.
Last hopeless chances have got to work. Nothing makes sense otherwise. You might as well not be alive.
In order to have a change of fortune at the last minute, you have to take your fortune to the last minute.
The thing about stories is you have to pick the ones that last.