OTA but also Jess (multi-thread if necessary)
Faced with the end of the world, Wanda had to accept that there was only so much anyone could do and that she ought to pick up a cake. Once panic and fear got a stranglehold on the city, trying to quell the chaos became an exercise in futility. Some people didn't want to be saved, some people just wanted to watch the world burn. After hours of effort, she felt drained in every possible way and eventually gave in to her fatigue and go home. She had her own affairs to get in order. Wanda had promised to meet up with Jess to pack their things, and she still had other people she cared about that she needed to check in with before finally boarding a ship herself. There was also the matter of that cake. If they were leaving the Earth, maybe for good, then she'd be damned if she and Jess didn't get to have one last cake from Sweetie Pies.
Trudging along the deserted street where she lived, she couldn't help but think that the quiet buildings seemed eerie. That no one was around wasn't really a surprise; this neighborhood had been evacuated early on, but the street had a weird desolate vibe she didn't like. Wanda tried not to think about all those people still left out there in the city, the lost and angry and afraid, likely to be left behind in the mass exodus from Earth. At the dark bakery she peered inside the windows and tried the door handle, but it was locked. Looters hadn't made it this far, so at least the place was still in one piece. In a flash of light she teleported inside and called out, but heard no answer. The air smelled, as always, of baking bread though the ovens were off and the shop empty.
The display case was still half full of the pastries baked earlier in the day, though, and so Wanda slipped behind the counter to box up a cake. She tucked a few bills no one would ever see under a corner of the register, and then popped back out to the sidewalk with her cake box under her arm and a frown on her face. The lobby of her building was as silent as the street outside. Charlie the doorman and the other residents were all long gone. Wanda hated the idea of going up to that lonely apartment to decide what parts of the life she'd built here were worth saving and which she had to abandon. She'd already had to start over so many times, and she'd hoped that this time was the last. She left the lobby and took the elevator up. It wasn't worth wasting precious time dwelling on the past, not when there was cake, a glass of wine, and the end of Earth still to come.