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Megan looked up at the dome. There’s over one hundred thousand gallons of water in that thing. That’s incredible.
Megan moved the algebra app to her home screen with her everyday apps. She scanned her home screen for options.
Camera. A picture was worth a thousand words. She could even record short videos. She flicked to the next screen.
Voice Memos. The voice recorder barely used any power and consumed much less memory than a video.
If nothing else, she could record their ordeal.
Of course! Of course I need to record what's happening to us! Why didn't I think of this sooner?
Megan jumped up. She knew exactly where to start.
Before she could take a single step, Chrissie rounded the ice and blocked her path.
#
‘What do you want?’ asked Megan. ‘I told you to leave me alone.’
Now Megan had something constructive to do, she couldn’t be bothered with Chrissie’s nonsense.
Chrissie adjusted her neck sock against the cold.
'I want to apologize,' she said.
‘Sure,’ said Megan, trying to walk around her.
‘Wait,’ said Chrissie. 'Just listen to me. I have a daughter. She’s only four. I was supposed to pick her up from daycare yesterday. It's driving me crazy. That’s why I’m so angry. It’s not you.’
Chrissie didn’t seem the motherly type, let alone a mother missing a four year old.
How would I act if I was separated from my child? Probably angrier than Chrissie. She’s got nowhere to vent but at us.
'Will she be all right?' Megan asked.
'No!’ blurted Chrissie. ‘I won full-time custody of Maddie because my ex-husband abused her. He's appealed the decision. He’s fighting for joint custody, and my lawyer says he’s got a good chance of winning. He’s probably got her right now!’
Jesus , thought Megan. That’s awful.
'How did he abuse her?' Megan asked, hoping it wasn't sexual.
'Drugs,’ answered Chrissie. ‘He crushed valium tablets into our daughter’s juice so he could party with his drug-head friends.'
This woman has serious family issues, thought Megan.
'I’m sorry I’m so volatile,’ said Chrissie. ‘I need to get out of here to protect my daughter. That’s why the phone signal was so important to me. Do you understand?'
Megan did. She nodded. 'You were right. I should have checked the signal. I'll do better now.'
'How?'
'I'll record what's happening,' replied Megan. 'With my phone.'
Megan never expected what came next.
She didn’t know Chrissie could move so fast.
Chrissie leapt at Megan, grabbing for her phone.
#
Megan jerked away, startled, cupping her phone to her chest. 'Hey! What are you doing?'
Chrissie barely restrained herself.
‘Oh, God — I’m sorry! Your phone's exactly like mine. I thought you'd found it. Mine was in the car when they took me.'
Megan gripped her phone tightly. 'How did they abduct you, Chrissie?'
'My iPhone's the exact same model,' Chrissie pointed out. 'Have you increased the battery life?'
She completely ignored my question, thought Megan. She’s keeping her abduction a secret.
'Megan!' prompted Chrissie, clicking her fingers rudely under Megan's nose. 'Are you listening? Have you extended the battery life?'
Am I listening to her? She's all over the place. She talks but doesn't listen.
‘Yes,’ nodded Megan.
Chrissie stepped close. Megan smelled her sour breath.
Yuck.
Chrissie said urgently, 'I use my iPhone for absolutely everything. I know every app back-to-front. Let me do it.'
Megan retreated from Chrissie’s bad breath and terrible idea.
‘No way.’
Chrissie looked confused. 'But it makes sense. Should we ask the others?’
‘Ask whoever you want,’ retorted Megan. ‘I’m not giving you my phone.’
‘But I need this,' begged Chrissie. ‘I need to keep my mind off Maddie.’
'Carl has a phone,' said Megan. 'Use his.'
'The big yellow one? It’s not a smart phone. It doesn't even have a camera. It’s a piece of
Megan looked up at the dome. There’s over one hundred thousand gallons of water in that thing. That’s incredible.
Megan moved the algebra app to her home screen with her everyday apps. She scanned her home screen for options.
Camera. A picture was worth a thousand words. She could even record short videos. She flicked to the next screen.
Voice Memos. The voice recorder barely used any power and consumed much less memory than a video.
If nothing else, she could record their ordeal.
Of course! Of course I need to record what's happening to us! Why didn't I think of this sooner?
Megan jumped up. She knew exactly where to start.
Before she could take a single step, Chrissie rounded the ice and blocked her path.
#
‘What do you want?’ asked Megan. ‘I told you to leave me alone.’
Now Megan had something constructive to do, she couldn’t be bothered with Chrissie’s nonsense.
Chrissie adjusted her neck sock against the cold.
'I want to apologize,' she said.
‘Sure,’ said Megan, trying to walk around her.
‘Wait,’ said Chrissie. 'Just listen to me. I have a daughter. She’s only four. I was supposed to pick her up from daycare yesterday. It's driving me crazy. That’s why I’m so angry. It’s not you.’
Chrissie didn’t seem the motherly type, let alone a mother missing a four year old.
How would I act if I was separated from my child? Probably angrier than Chrissie. She’s got nowhere to vent but at us.
'Will she be all right?' Megan asked.
'No!’ blurted Chrissie. ‘I won full-time custody of Maddie because my ex-husband abused her. He's appealed the decision. He’s fighting for joint custody, and my lawyer says he’s got a good chance of winning. He’s probably got her right now!’
Jesus , thought Megan. That’s awful.
'How did he abuse her?' Megan asked, hoping it wasn't sexual.
'Drugs,’ answered Chrissie. ‘He crushed valium tablets into our daughter’s juice so he could party with his drug-head friends.'
This woman has serious family issues, thought Megan.
'I’m sorry I’m so volatile,’ said Chrissie. ‘I need to get out of here to protect my daughter. That’s why the phone signal was so important to me. Do you understand?'
Megan did. She nodded. 'You were right. I should have checked the signal. I'll do better now.'
'How?'
'I'll record what's happening,' replied Megan. 'With my phone.'
Megan never expected what came next.
She didn’t know Chrissie could move so fast.
Chrissie leapt at Megan, grabbing for her phone.
#
Megan jerked away, startled, cupping her phone to her chest. 'Hey! What are you doing?'
Chrissie barely restrained herself.
‘Oh, God — I’m sorry! Your phone's exactly like mine. I thought you'd found it. Mine was in the car when they took me.'
Megan gripped her phone tightly. 'How did they abduct you, Chrissie?'
'My iPhone's the exact same model,' Chrissie pointed out. 'Have you increased the battery life?'
She completely ignored my question, thought Megan. She’s keeping her abduction a secret.
'Megan!' prompted Chrissie, clicking her fingers rudely under Megan's nose. 'Are you listening? Have you extended the battery life?'
Am I listening to her? She's all over the place. She talks but doesn't listen.
‘Yes,’ nodded Megan.
Chrissie stepped close. Megan smelled her sour breath.
Yuck.
Chrissie said urgently, 'I use my iPhone for absolutely everything. I know every app back-to-front. Let me do it.'
Megan retreated from Chrissie’s bad breath and terrible idea.
‘No way.’
Chrissie looked confused. 'But it makes sense. Should we ask the others?’
‘Ask whoever you want,’ retorted Megan. ‘I’m not giving you my phone.’
‘But I need this,' begged Chrissie. ‘I need to keep my mind off Maddie.’
'Carl has a phone,' said Megan. 'Use his.'
'The big yellow one? It’s not a smart phone. It doesn't even have a camera. It’s a piece of
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