It had been three months and it was all anyone talked about anymore because nothing else mattered. There was simply no one who hadn’t experienced the sudden dark, Lights Out, the Blip, the Void, the Vantablack. Every conspiracy theory now had legs; every religion with an end-times fetish was somehow right all at the same time. Satellites, deep state programming, vaccines, aliens. Wolf and Ami moved Kam into their third-story walk-up where she cycled through coverage from every source and white-knuckled twenty-four-hour news reports looking for answers.
