“Frank. You’ve got to look at this.” Barbara’s voice was stern but steady. But when Frank didn’t move from browsing Twitter, she slammed her fists on the desk.
“Frank!!”
“Ok. Ok. I’m coming.” He reluctantly tucked his phone away and looked at the screen Barbara was shrilling over.
“It’s a… shelf?”
“Not just any shelf, Frank.” The words came out of Barbara like a machine gun. “An empty shelf....
“Maybe it’s like… a sign?” Sarah said. Maybe it was. But I didn’t really believe in signs like Sarah did. “It’s just a wrong turn.” Blake sighed, rolling their eyes. Apparently- they weren’t on board with the signs thing either.
“It’s not just the wrong turn though. There hasn’t been service this entire trip. There was that weird radio station playing an hour long segment from the 1970s. I swear...