1 - 11 Little is known yet of the causes of the accident- survivors are still being pulled. As many as two hundred people may have been injured, and it is unclear how many deaths. Locals are requested to-
Every television in every window played the same information, on every news channel on every station. Even the korean place off the square showed the same picture- smoke from the subway tunnel, passer-bys looking down the stairwell in horror, police and ambulances backing up traffic for blocks around. It was an accident some said, it was terrorist another- no one knew, and everyone was on their phones. New York City was small when you think about it, and 200 was no measly number. It was possible anyone knew someone in the crash, and after '01 everyone was going to make sure that it wasn't their friends on the next memorial.
What Susan was going through couldn't be called PTSD, after all she hadn't been involved in the Harrow Train accident- but the fear. The pit of her stomach was very real, and far too familiar. Already her call-log read nothing but friend's name- not a take-out place in memory. So far everyone was fine, everyone was answering their numbers- except Basil.
Why wasn't he answering?
"Come on. Come on please pick up the phone. Please. Please pick up the phone"