He focuses exclusively on Beth and me—I’m not sure why. The good news is, that truck parked at the loading dock is already stocked; I mean, it’s packed to the gills—they must have been ready to ship out when the Flashback hit, and the keys are in it. So, if you’ll be so kind as to just climb on board, we’ve got a sub to catch.
And then he winks at us; to inject a little humor, to put us at ease, because that’s the kind of guy he is; the kind of guy who would risk (and finally capsize) his own boat—and Beth’s, too—to pull you from yours—which is burning. Who would do it not knowing there’s a submarine coming which will rescue you all; which will lift you from the cold, dark water into its dry, cool hold—its beating, nuclear heart; its close-knit family. Who would just simply do it—even wer
