Ruminating the 11th Hour

“Opposite? What? Mom, Dad where are you?!” She called back, confused.
“Sam, listen to me,” Sam’s mother said through the speaker back over the doorway to their quarters. “There’s been an accident, we need you to go the opposite way of where we go to work, towards the shipyard. Can you do that?”

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