I turned the volume down. Weather report, probably, except that the announcer was making it sound like a declaration of war or a "sincere" commercial.
"We repeat," the voice continued, "since 8:10 this evening, Eastern Standard Time, literally nothing has come out of that section of the country. All communication has ceased, outbound trains and planes are long overdue, highway traffic out of the area has stalled."
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"You coming to bed?"
"... tuned to this station for further bulletins con—"
I clicked the set off. "Could I have three minutes for a fast shower?"
"Umm ... I guess so."
"I," I told her, "am coming to bed."