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You awaken in the apartment bedroom, news blaring on the television and the sound of a helicopter soaring outside. You stayed up way too late and don't remember all of the details but flashes of moments: drinking whiskey, chaos in the streets, your sister packing suitcases, and police cars lining up along the major avenues like makeshift border crossings.

You glance around the apartment hoping to see Emma. Your eyes adjust to the light, but the Jameson whiskey's hangover is a sharp kick to the back of the head. Your mouth tastes like mud and the rollercoaster ride your bed is taking is out of control.

You think of Emma; you are her...