The balding man, Ed, can not help it but chuckle at your tirade. "I know the feeling. It still feels unreal, three days ago it was an all normal day, and now..." Then he frowns, fiddling with his wedding band. His son places a hand on Ed's shoulder.

Jackson shakes head. "We're holding on better than most. Are you hungry or thirsty? HERC left us supplies for a few hundred people, my basement is packed."

While this, Monica's looking out the front window, frowning.