"Do you want to check the house out?"

"The dog and cat are still asleep. It's probably fine."

"Okay."

We sleep.

On the way to work, we turn on the radio and punch buttons until we
find someone talking about what had happened... about 10 seconds too
late to hear the where and how big of it. I have a thought.

"Grab my pager out of there, babe." I gesture at my work bag.

"Where?"

"The big pocket."

He rummages through my bag and hands it to me. The message light is blinking merrily.

"It was a 5.4," I tell him. "The city has sustained no major damage
at this time. Disaster protocol has not been initiated. The hospital
structure is being thoroughly investigated. Come to work at your
scheduled time if you value your job, etc."

"I wonder where it started."

"I guess around here. That fault line I told you about."

We punch radio buttons again and come to the news. It turns out that...

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