Before the volcano had come, Laura had made a promise to call Logan. It was gone, now, and there wasn't enough ash in the sky to go out during the day. She couldn't go out, and there was nothing better to do. Time to get this over with.
She took out her phone and dialed his number with one hand. Claws punctured through her skin on the other hand as she waited for him to pick up. Then retracted. Then punctured through again.