No Dialtone

"You cry in your sleep."

"Bullshit, no way."

She stops looking at her phone and turns her face towards his. He has a disbelieving half-smile on his face, his own phone drooping towards his lap.

"Not every time, but earlier today, when you napped? Yeah. And Friday night. No shit." She goes back to scrolling. "You want to talk about it?"

"How can I talk about something that I've no idea I'm doing?"

She shrugs, the topic closed for her. "I thought you should know, in case, you know, anyone ever notices."

He's reminded of the dream he had when he dozed off mid-afternoon. He's stricken with an urge to call his mother's sister.

Scrolling through his phone again, he shifts over to his contact list.

His family occupies about a third of the people saved.

Of those, there are only two left who can ever answer a phone call again.

She isn't one of them.