unreachable

Nebula slumped in the back seat of the car, her face a canvas of worry lines. The soft glow of her phone illuminated her features as she absently swiped through its contents, barely registering the images that flicked past.

In the driver's seat, Dion navigated the night-shrouded streets with uncharacteristic hesitation. His fingers danced across the radio buttons, each press revealing a different voice, yet all conveying the same grim news.

"...the business center, completely destroyed by the explosion..."

Click.

"...still no word on the number of casualties..."

Click.

"...authorities are urging citizens to remain calm as they investigate the bombing..."

Dion's hand hovered over the dial, ready to change the station once more, when Nebula's exasperated voice cut through the tension.

"Just turn it off, Dion. It's... it's disturbing my peace."