The survivors at the Dome watched silently as the van tore down the dirt track that led back to what Norrie Calvert had taken to calling “the flash-box.” The Odyssey dimmed into the hanging smog, became a phantom, and then disappeared.
Rusty and Linda were standing together, each carrying a child. “What do you think, Rusty?” Linda asked.
He said, “I think we need to hope for the best.”
“And prepare for the worst?”
“That too,” he said.