Inter-PIC conversation recovered from Personal Identification Card #43-9524-0221 to #09-4447-0040:
“Hi honey. It’s late. What’s wrong?”
“He’s gone, mom. I can’t find him. I called his PIC and he’s not answering. I called his parents and they don’t know where he could be. I-”
“Elizabeth, hold on. Who’s gone?”
“Mike, mom. He’s gone. I don’t know what to do. I knew something was wrong when I saw a wreck on the way home. I’ve never seen a comp-car wreck before, and when I drove by there wasn’t anyone in or around the accident.”
“Slow down Liz. What time is it there?”
“Just after ten. I worked late. But mom-”
“Oh yeah, I’m still not used to you being out there.”
“Mom, would you listen to me? Mike’s gone and…wait. There’s something on the news.”
“Liz, what is it?”
“Hold on. They’re saying there’s been some sort of terrorist attack, or outbreak or something.”
“What? That doesn’t make any sense. What do you mean? What’s going on?”
“How could that many people just be gone? Mom, I’m scared. [crying] I don’t want to die.”
“Honey, you’re not going to die. Now just tell me what they’re saying.”
“I don’t know. They’re saying thousands of people just disappeared across the island. They don’t know how or why. They’re just gone.”
“Disappeared? Was it just on the island?”
I don’t think so. They’re not saying much, but it sounds like other places have been affected too. What does this mean?”
“Liz, I need to call your dad. I’ll call you right back, okay?”
“No, don’t leave me, mommy. I’m here all alone.” [crying]
“I’m not leaving, honey. I’ll call you right back. You’ll be okay. I love you, Liz.”
“I love you too, mom.”
[transmission ended]
