Any optimism that Lux might have felt by default had gone away with the attack, at least temporarily. Not knowing about Simon or his little girl at this hour was excruciating and Lux was starting to feel selfish for not having stayed at the scene and looked for him or tried to sway the search and rescue team to do so. But then, panic had a tendency to override all other feelings and thoughts, and that had ultimately been why she had to leave. Now, however, she felt awful about leaving.
Lux froze in place when Troy's hand touched hers, but she didn't look at him as he spoke. "I should have stayed there and looked for him, Troy." She shook her head. "I panicked and I left and now what? Now we're both here staring at the TV waiting for miracles. But miracles don't fucking happen and if he was fine he would have said something by now." She turned to him and grabbed the hand he had laid over hers on the remote. "The worst thing is, I know how chaotic everything is. If I call the hospital now they will tell me they can't tell me anything concrete yet because the search and rescue haven't brought everyone in and they're still overwhelmed and hardly coping. And this fucking movie-" She motioned for the screen with her free hand. "-instead of helping is reminding me of Simon every minute." She was nervous and her heart was racing and there were tears on her eyes, but in the back of her mind Lux kept telling herself over and over not to lose it. She had lost it enough already and Troy did not need to see that.