She shook her head, with the rest of her body frozen.
“Judy,” said Jim. “Things are going to get really bad really quickly. With the power out, and no communication, people are going to start panicking. We need to get out of Pittsford and out of the entire area. Somewhere where we can ride this out.”
But she wasn’t budging. And just continued to shake her head.
What should he do?
Part of him wanted to just grab Judy and take her in the car.
But who knew, really, if where he was headed was any safer than her house.
And it wasn’t his style to take people places against their will. No matter what the circumstances.
Once he got Aly, he’d have to come back. Surely her own daughter would be able to convince Judy to leave.
“We’ll be back,” said Jim. “I’m going to find your daughter.”
Judy said nothing.
“Come on, Rob.”
He’d come back for Judy. And for the supplies.
He took one last look at the body on the floor before walking through the front door.
A crowd had gathered around the Subaru wagon in the driveway. Their heads turned as Jim and Rob appeared on the front steps.
“There he is!”
One member of the crowd didn’t turn her head. She was busy smashing a rock into the back rear window of the Subaru. Apparently she was trying to break the window.
“They think we kidnapped that woman,” whispered Rob.
They had to get out of there. And fast.
Jim didn’t like the idea of Aly stuck in a holding cell at the local police station.
He’d do what he had to do.
Once again, Jim drew his revolver.
He pointed it towards the sky.
He had no intention of shooting anyone else.
Not right now.
But he could use it as a threat.
The crowd fell silent when they saw the gun.
“Back away from the car,” shouted Jim, in a loud, commanding voice.
9
It felt like hours had passed. In the darkness she felt like she was losing her sense of time.
Her watch wasn’t working.
The only thing to count the passing of time, the only signal from the outside world, were the shouts of the deranged man locked up in the cage near her.
His shouting was ceaseless, intense, and insane. And it all startled her to the bone.
Sure, he’d remain quiet for a couple minutes here and there. Just long enough until she thought he was finally done.
Then he’d scream again, and she’d feel the cold chill working its way up her back.
“You regret me, but I won’t forget you and all those of you who have wrong me, locked me up, chained me, and left me to die and fight in nothing but darkness!”
Aly had remained completely silent. She didn’t want to antagonize him further. She didn’t want to make herself a target.
She kept telling herself that, behind bars, there was nothing he could do to her. He could scream all he wanted, but they were just words. Nothing but words.
Soon enough, the lights would come back on.
Soon enough, the police and other staff would return. They’d release her. Maybe she’d pay a fine and apologize. Maybe she’d have to do community service.
And life would go back to normal.
Suddenly, there was a sound off in the distance.
Was it a door opening?
She pressed her face close to the bars, trying to see if she could see a glimpse of light anywhere.
But there was nothing.
No light.
But there were noises.
In the silence, she heard footsteps and whispers.
Who was there?
If it was the police, why would they be whispering?
Had someone broken into the station?
“Aly?” called out a voice.
She froze for a moment. How did they know her name?
Then she recognized the voice and felt silly and stupid.
It was her husband. How could she not have known it was him?
“Jim?” she called out, just to make sure.
“Aly!”
“Thieves and braggarts! Rogues and swine coming to plunder in the days of the aftermath!” The crazy man’s scream erupted like a volcano of sound through the quiet.
“What the hell was that?”
A narrow beam of light appeared in the hallway. It must have been a flashlight.
And Jim was on the other end of it.
“Aly?”
“I’m here, Jim.”
The flashlight beam found her face, and she went momentarily blind from the intensity of the light. She closed her eyes hard.
When she opened them, the beam was shining on Jim’s face. It looked eerie in the cold white light. The angles of his face were sharper than normal.
But it was Jim. Her husband.
And she’d never been so glad to see him.
For the moment, she forgot all their problems. All their arguments. All the stress.
Her heart leapt.
“It’s OK, Aly,” said Jim, his voice deep and calm. “We’re going to get you out of here.”
“Out of here? What are you talking about?”
“I’m going to find the key and get you out. We’re getting out of the whole Rochester area.”
Aly felt her heart starting to pound. Anxiety was taking over. The initial relief of seeing her husband instantly vanished.
“You’re talking about breaking me out of jail? Have you gone crazy?”
“No. But the world’s about to,” said Jim.
“Listen,” said another voice. She recognized it as Rob’s. “I thought he was nuts too. But I think he’s right. The power’s out everywhere. Across the whole city. Phones don’t work. People are starting to lose it.”
“You can’t break me out of jail, Jim,” said Aly, starting to use the voice that she’d used during their long arguments. “This is so like you. You don’t think things through. Look at you with that idiotic business. You jumped right in and now you’re paying the consequences. Don’t you realize what the consequences would be for breaking me out of jail? I don’t know what’s going on with the power, but I’m sure it’ll come back on.”
“It might come back on,” said Jim. “But not for a long time. What do you think is going to happen without the shipping systems? There isn’t going to be food. Or city water.”
“I’m sure it’s just here.”
“There was something with the sun,” said Rob.
“It’s all over,” said Jim. “At least as far as we know. Across the whole US. Probably the whole world. There’s no help coming in from anywhere. And we’ve got to get out of here and go somewhere where we can ride out the chaos that’s about to erupt. Rob, come on, we’ve got to find the keys.”
“No!” said Aly.
But it was too late.
She watched the flashlight beam traveling down the hallway as her husband and his deadbeat friend went to look for the key.
She tried to reason with herself. First of all, they wouldn’t be able to find the key. They didn’t just leave jail cell keys lying around. And even if they did, she was sure she wouldn’t be counted as an accessory to any crime. She had no priors of any sort.
Surely a reasonable judge would see what happened. He’d see that she’d been kidnapped against her will.
“Archbishops recant and bow before the will of the great Lord of Darkness!” came the deafening scream of the crazed man. “Vague consultation with criminals can’t commence without complete consent!”
“What the hell was that?” came Rob’s voice, drifting down from some other section of the station.
Then the station fell silent again.
And she waited in the darkness, worrying about what her husband was going to do.
As soon as she could arrange it, he’d soon be her ex-husband.