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like the radio, only clearer.
    “Hello?” the voice asked.
    Jimmy didn’t say anything. He waited.
    “Is anyone there?”
    Jimmy cleared his throat. “Yes,” he said, and it felt strange to talk to an empty room. Stranger even than the radio with its hissing. It felt like Jimmy was talking to himself.
    “Is everyone okay?” the voice asked.
    “No,” Jimmy said. He remembered the stairs and falling and Yani and something awful on the other side of the door. “No,” he said again, wiping tears from his cheeks. “Everyone is not okay!”
    There was muttering on the other side of the line. Jimmy sniffled. “Hello?” he asked.
    “What happened?” the voice demanded. Jimmy thought it was an angry voice. Just like the people outside the door. Scared and angry, both.
    “Everyone was running—” Jimmy said. He wiped his nose. “They were all heading up. I fell. Mom and Dad—”
    “There were casualties?” the man from level 40 asked.
    Jimmy thought of the body he’d seen on the stairway with the awful wound on his head. He thought of the woman who had gone over the rails, her scream fading to a crisp silence. “Yes,” he said.
    The voice on the line spat an angry curse, angry but faint. And then: “We were too late.” Again, it sounded distant, like the man was talking to someone else.
    “Too late for what?” Jimmy asked.
    There was a click, followed by a steady tone. The light above the socket marked “40” went out.
    “Hello?”
    Jimmy waited.
    “Hello?”
    He searched inside the box for some button to press, some way to make the voices come back. There were sockets with fifty numbers above them. Why only fifty levels? He glanced at the server behind him and wondered if there were other comm stations to handle the rest of the silo. This one must be for the Up Top. There would be one for the Mids and another for the Deep. He unplugged the jack, and the tone in the headset fell silent.
    Jimmy wondered if he could call another level. Maybe the school. He ran his finger down the row looking for “18,” and noticed that “17” was missing. There was no jack for “17.” He puzzled over this as the overhead lights began to flash once more. Jimmy glanced at level 40’s socket, but it remained dark. It was the top level calling. The light over the number “1” blinked on and off. The cabinet was back to buzzing, the lights to flashing. Jimmy glanced at the jack in his hand, lined it up with the socket, and pressed in until he heard a click.
    “Hello?” he said.
    “What the hell is going on over there?” a voice demanded.
    Jimmy shrunk within himself. His father had yelled at him like this before, but not for a long time. He suddenly needed to pee again. He didn’t answer because he didn’t know what to say.
    “Is this Jerry? Or Russ?”
    Russ was his dad. Jerry was his dad’s boss. Jimmy realized he shouldn’t be playing with these things.
    “This is Jimmy,” he said.
    “Who?”
    “Jimmy. The guy on level forty said they were too late. I told him what happened.”
    “Too late?” There was some distant talking. Jimmy jiggled the cord in the socket. He was doing something wrong. “How did you get in there?” the man asked.
    “My dad let me in,” he said, the truth frightened out of him.
    “We’re shutting you down,” the voice said. “Shut them down right now.”
    Jimmy didn’t know what to do. There was a hiss somewhere. He thought it was from the headset until he noticed the white steam coming from the vents overhead. A fog descended toward him. Jimmy waved his hand in front of his face, expecting the sting of smoke like he’d smelled from a fire once as a kid, but the steam didn’t smell like anything. It just tasted like a dry spoon in his mouth. Like metal.
    “—on my goddamn shift—” the person in his headset said.
    Jimmy coughed. He tried to say something back, but he had swallowed wrong. The steam stopped leaking from the vents.
    “That did it,” the man on the