Recharging was going to be futile since they didn’t have any power.
It was then as she dismissed the warning and prepared to shut off her phone that she saw it. She had been looking for it all day.
It was the little symbol that told her she could connect to the network.
“Ben!” she summonsed him.
Ben was in the kitchen, using Sternos to make soup. He came out. “What’s wrong?”
“I can get on the internet.”
He quickly pulled up a chair. “Go immediately to the news.”
The news was her homepage so there wasn’t even a question of where to go. Every day, while others read the newspaper, Lana opened up her phone and read the headlines. If something grabbed her attention, she read the article.
The second the news page opened up, the headlines were bold. The first headline ‘Under Attack’ wasn’t a newsflash for them; it was rather obvious that it had occurred.
Images of the Statue of Liberty, partly crumbled and burned graced the page.
“Read it,” Ben said. “I don’t have my glasses on.”
Lana pulled up the article and read. “The United States struggles to organize following the surprise attack that has brought the country to a grinding halt. The extent of the destruction and invasion is still unknown and the President…”
Lana’s phone shut down.
“What!” Ben blasted. “No. Power up and see what happens.”
Lana tried, the phone only cycled through part way then shut down again.
Both Lana and Ben sat back with exasperated expressions and heavy sighs.
“So, we were attacked,” Ben said.
“And invaded,” Lana added. “We got that much.”
“Yeah,” Ben said. “But by who?”
Harry brought him to his home.
Tyler cried all the way and there really wasn’t much Harry could do.
He’d ask the boy later if he had any other family, telling him that if he did, then Harry would help him find that family. Tyler packed a small duffel bag full of clothes, his toothbrush, other things that were important and pictures of his mom and dad.
He told Harry he was glad to be going with him.
The bread was fresh and so were the chips. Harry made Tyler a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He pulled the apple juice from the cupboard.
“Will you eat for me?” Harry asked.
“I’m not hungry,” Tyler said. “Thank you.”
“I understand. But I’d like you to try to eat.” Harry set the plate in front of him. “Please.”
Tyler nodded.
“Now you stay put. I’ll be back.”
As Harry passed him, Tyler spun in his chair. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m just going down to the basement, that’s all.”
“Why?” Tyler asked.
“I have a radio down there. It’s an old one. I think I may be able to hook it up to the car battery I have in the garage. We can see if we can find out anything. I’ll be right back.” Harry walked to the basement door. He hadn’t even grabbed the handle before Tyler was right there.
“I’m coming with you.”
“It’s dark down there. No lights.”
“I’m okay.”
“Good. But when we come back up, you eat. Clear?”
“Yes, Harry.”
Harry gave a nod and headed down to the basement with Tyler.
Harry was a man prepared. On the wall of the basement stairs, hung a flashlight. He grabbed it and turned it on. “Boy, haven’t been down here since my wife died.”
“I’m sorry she died,” Tyler said.
“Me too.” Harry tossed the beam of the flashlight to the right. “It’s over here. Be careful where you step.”
“It’s cleaner than our basement.”
Harry chuckled and found the radio. “Dusty. Hope it works.” He found the antennae and wires and then he and Tyler took it upstairs and placed it on the kitchen table.
A second trip was needed. They went outside to the garage and on a shelf in there, Harry found car battery. He always kept a spare.
He wasn’t quite sure if he remembered how to power up an old radio with the car battery and it took him several tries as Tyler watched and, as promised, ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
“Is this one of the radios you can talk through?” Tyler asked.
“Used to be able to, but can’t anymore. The input thingy went bad.” Harry pointed.
“How come you have this?”
“Well, my oldest son, Harry, was in the Boy Scouts when we got it. I don’t really recall now why. It’s was during the height of the cold war.” Harry spoke as his hands worked.
“How old is your son?”
Harry paused to think. “Let me see. Harry… Harry would have been 57 in June. Yeah, 57 or 58. Goddamn I can’t remember. Are you good at math?”
Tyler nodded.
“I was twenty-two when he was born. I was in the Navy. I’m eighty now, how would Harry have been?”
“Fifty-eight.”
“Fifty-eight.”
“How come you said he would have been fifty-eight?”
“Well, because Harry Junior died when he was twenty-five. He left a wife and a baby. My grandson is close to thirty now.”
“How did he die?”
Harry looked at the young boy so full of questions. “He was shot. He and his wife were going to a Broadway show. Walking to the subway he was robbed and shot.”
Tyler’s head hung low. “That’s sad, Harry.”
“Yeah, I know. It broke my heart.” Harry exhaled.
“My mom and Dad were thirty or something like that. My dad was older.” Tyler propped his face in his hands as he watched Harry connect the antennae.
“That’s mighty young to pass away. Say, Tyler…” Harry halted in his task. “Do you have any other family that is not from this area?”
Tyler nodded. “I have a grandfather and two grandmothers.”
“Know where they live?”
Tyler shook his head. “Not exactly, but I know the state. They’re all from Ohio; that’s where my mom and Dad are from.”
“Hot damn, Ohio isn’t far at all. We can drive there. We just need to find out their address.”
“Oh!”
“What?”
Tyler gave him a bright smile, slid from the chair and raced in the other room.
“What are you doing?”
Tyler returned with his duffel bag. He opened it and reached inside. “They sent me a card.” He pulled it out, still in the mailing envelope. “The address is there.” He handed the card to Harry.
“Columbus, Ohio. And we have a street. We’re good to go.”
“Will you take me there?”
“Without a doubt.”
“Where will you go after? Will you stay?”
Harry shrugged. “I’ll probably try to find my other son and daughter; they live out that way, too. We’ll try to find out what’s going on using this radio. We’ll rest up and head out in the morning. Will that work?”
Tyler nodded excitedly. “Yes.”
“Good. And… ha!” Harry smiled and cocked back when static emerged from the radio. “We have a signal.” He turned the tuner. “This is a shortwave. We’ll be able to find something out there, a station that’s reporting….”
A rush of static, and then a male voice came over the airwaves. It sounded like a newscaster on an AM radio station.
“Now we have confirmed reports that the USS Bridgeport has sunk in its Mid Atlantic voyage back to the United States. The US is trying to recall all armed forces to America, but engagements in the Atlantic and Pacific are hindering those efforts. The British Prime Minister has gone on record as stating the strikes are in direct violation of the United Nations and is calling upon the United Nations to act and assist while the UK and the US both recover from the devastation. Meanwhile, Japan has expressed its outrage over the attacks, and while they are a sovereign nation, has promised to assist in any way possible. We’ll have more updates in the next half hour or as they come in. This is Stan Smith, Salt Lake City, Utah.”