They drove in silence on the ride to the mall. The roads were dark and lifeless, which made everything seem that much more ominous.
When they reached the exit leading toward Bloomington, Henry cleared his throat. “What time is it?”
“Almost six,” said Bryce, glancing at the dashboard.
“In the morning?” he asked, surprised.
“Yep,” replied Bryce.
Henry stared into the darkness. “Well, where’s the damn sun? Has the planet stop spinning now, or what?”
“If that happened, I’m sure we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” said Bryce. “We’d probably be dead.”
Henry frowned. “Well, how do you explain the darkness? The sun should be well up by now.”
“Maybe the Earth has just slowed down?” volunteered Paige.
“Maybe,” said Bryce. “But I don’t think it would be that dramatic. Not in one day.”
