Just Add Water

While large, it is not large enough to account for all of the air loss... seems to have been made by something penetrating inward... company workers in pressure suits will soon access Dee hall through Just Add Water property... we will comply with city security, and... have seen disaster before and will again rise to the need of our coworkers and friends... <Just Add Water>

Sind pulls me back to the bathroom. "Guard for me, OK?" I go in with her and stand outside the stall. For the moment, there is no one else here. What do you think?

"I think we should go deeper, maybe get some more supplies and then sleep. I'm really tired and I want a safe hole to wait it out in. Why don't we go down to N and over to the new digs?" All the way deep? "Yea."

She comes out and puts her hand on my chest. "Jon, you've got to tell me something. We're going to stay together, right?"

Sind, do not worry. I am yours. I take her hand in mine. No, you tell me. You won't leave me?

"I'm sticking with you."

The lights are jittery here on N hall. We had to come down a lift shaft from L. The car was stopped way above us. Its door was jammed open, so we had to climb down. Sind knew where the step edges were on the conduits. I call that specialized knowledge but she says that she used to play around down here when she was a kid. Back then it was all girders and rough rock walls and floors of spun glass panels. Well, now it looks like any other hall, except for the lights flickering. Actually the embankment ones are steady.

</feed> ...nearly three hours since our external lines of communication were cut, three hours since the implosions. We are sealed in, waiting for security to take charge, waiting for word on cis-lunar reaction... <LunaID>

"This is it." What?

"The new digs. We can get stuff at one of the new places." OK.

This place is called the Anything Possible. People are milling about outside. They tell us to go in and get food. Sind holds the back of my pack as I lead her into a noisy, crowded cave.

In here, you can feel the excitement of trouble. People line the bar, drinking as they stare at the big screens on either wall. Nervous laughs come from a table by the kitchen. I guess, being so far from the surface, that it's easier for some to be removed, but I do see one woman sitting in the corner who is crying.

Sind is getting more food packs while I find chairs at the end of the bar. These places taken?

"No. You need a beer? It's free tonight. What's your name?"

Thanks. Name's Jon.

</feed> ...two breaches in the Farms dome more than ten meters wide... smoke and hydroxyl rising through the gaping dome work... <LunaID>

"Are you recording stuff?" Yes, voice, feeds, some visual. I can use it for school.

"Editing as you go, eh? Nice. Can I say something?" We're on. "Good. Welcome to the Anything Possible Bar and Grill, home of the best Irish stew in Luna. I'm the primary cubic owner of N and O halls. My name is Bear." And he looks like one. "Thanks. My partner, Katie, runs this place. We're giving away beer to lunies tonight who are scared and think the world is coming to an end. It isn't."

I point to the woman crying in the corner. Maybe she knows Tom, my stepfather, or my companion twin, Gin.