Nothing has Nothing better to do.

Nothing was never on time. He was late for every event he could recall being intent to make it on time for. Nothing had never been one to keep a very good handle on, or even pay much attention to time's wrangling effort on his existence. Today, Nothing was going to be on time, and he knew that this would mean that nothing was right with anything.

Nothing had known for a while about the man Zebulon, and about his place in the galaxy, and more importantly the end of it, but Nothing was never on time for the meetings that the Commission called to discuss the matters, so he mostly considered himself merely an observer.