— (into phone) Where are you, dad? You’re late.
— The house. Our home. Son, our home.
— I don’t know what you’re saying.
— The asteroid-earthquake, son. It hit the house. The house is gone now.
— Sure, dad. Now pick me up from practice.
— Son, everything…just shook. For what felt like hours. And the sounds…my god, the sounds…
— Jesus, dad. Chill.
— All is lost, son. God has turned His back on us.
— Yeah dad, okay. Now if you’re too busy being dramatic to pick me up, I’ll just walk home.