3On the big, comfy-as-f**k couch in the lounge four hours later, Ross hits the settings icon on his mobile, trying to find a network.
Not a sausage.
“Any of you got a signal on your phone?”
Luce and Aldo check their mobiles but nope, nothing. “Was the same this morning,” Aldo says. He picks up the Xbox controller again and un-pauses his game of Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare, going back to running amok in a futuristic junkyard with a grenade launcher and a rocket pack.
“No wifi either,” Luce says, looking over from where she's flicking through the shelves of records. She selects one and holds the black and red sleeve in her hands for a few moments, then carefully slides the LP out and places it gently on the Bang and Olufsen turntable. Moments later, the soothing sounds of Grand Funk R
