Amy’s friend and roommate Barb Johannson was outside their apartment when Alex drove off. “How was your trip?” she asked Amy.
All Amy could think was that nothing looked different. The traffic was typical for a Sunday afternoon, and there was no sign of smoke. There had been no news on the radio or on any of the Web sites she visited on her phone as soon as service was available.
“Earth calling Amy!” Barb said, annoyed.
“Sorry,” Amy said, acknowledging her.
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