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    Daniel's arms jolted when his chest started to buzz, breaking his chain of worry. He reached inside his jacket to grab his phone. The screen read “Amy.”
     
    “Hey, honey,” Daniel said.
     
    “Hey, how is everything going?”
     
    “Fine. Have you spoken to your sister?”
     
    “I just got off the phone with her. Did you hear about the flights getting grounded?”
     
    Daniel rubbed his forehead. He felt himself retreating inward. His voice was muffled when he spoke next.
     
    “I did,” he said.
     
    He hoped she didn't ask him any more. He hated lying to his wife. There was a pause on the other end of the line. He waited, afraid of the question to come.
     
    “Daniel, what's going on?”
     
    The sour pit in his stomach returned. His face flushed red, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
     
    “I have to get ready for a meeting,” Daniel said.
     
    “Honey, talk to me,” Amy said.
     
    Daniel let out a sigh. He buried his face in his hands, shaking his head.
     
    “I can't tell you exactly what's happening, but it's really bad. You need to tell your sister to get out of the Southwest as fast as possible,” Daniel said.
     
    “Daniel, what are they going to do?”
     
    “Just tell her to get out.”
     
    “Can you stop it?”
     
    Jones's bill sat on top of his desk. The twenty pages in front of him were some of the most vile legislation he'd ever read. It would put a scar on the face of the country that would rival the Civil War.
     
    The meeting with Smith was in an hour. Daniel knew Smith fairly well. The two of them had served on the military appropriations committee during his first term. Smith was a good man, and smart. He might have something for them to use, something that the rest of them hadn't thought of yet. Maybe there was a chance.
     
    “I'll try,” Daniel said.

Chapter 4
     
    Brooke paced the kitchen floor. Her hair was matted to her forehead. The phone felt like it was melting to her ear.
     
    Emily was slouched in one of the kitchen chairs, her head resting on her arm, still clutching the suitcase on the floor next to her with one hand.
     
    “There has to be something, anything that's available,” Brooke said.
     
    “No, ma'am, I'm sorry. The FAA has grounded all commercial and private planes. No one is allowed to take off until the ban is lifted,” the operator said.
     
    “Where are you located?” Brooke asked.
     
    “My office is located in Oregon, ma'am.”
     
    “Well, transfer me to someone in the San Diego area. I need to speak with someone that's actually here and has a brain in their head!”
     
    After a few moments of silence, the operator spoke very calmly.
     
    “Ma'am, I understand your frustration. If you'd like, I can transfer you to my supervisor to help you with your concerns, but I must reiterate that no one can book you a flight right now.”
     
    Brooke hung up the phone and tossed it onto the kitchen counter. It skidded to the sink, where it teetered on the edge. She pressed her palms hard into the counter's edge.
     
    “Mommy, I'm thirsty,” Emily said.
     
    “I know, baby. You can have some water in a little bit, I promise.”
     
    If she didn't do something soon, she wouldn't be able to make good on that promise. Brooke had mentally planned out the water rations from what she had in storage the moment she heard about the river.
     
    All three of them needed at least a gallon of water a day in normal conditions. With the heat they lived in, it would be more.
     
    Brooke had the twenty gallons in the shed. When she made it home she tried filling up the tubs, but the government had beaten her to the punch, cutting off the water flow to the house. She managed to squeeze a few extra gallons of what remained in the pipes, but as far as she was concerned there wouldn’t be any more water coming through the faucets in the house again.
     
    She wanted them to drink a glass every three hours. There was still another hour until the next