The Slogun, the Ash, the Virus.

So far the ash hasn't worked its way in through the city's water system. Or maybe it has, and it was invisible, like the microplastics in the lake. We're so bad, i'm taking calls, so i won't be fixing your dock until to morrow. I wondered if kirsey would let us know - or if she would dither about it until all we could do was climb to the top floor of the building and watch a wave consume what was left at detroit before it swamped us too. The poster on the far side of the brake room said, integrity, word and system.