Selbridge dusts himself off and saunters away happily. Sara is not so unshaken. Nor is she, um, incurious.
“Don’t you want to see what happened to them?”
The ground rumbles but Selbridge’s saunter remains insouciant.
“Listen to that, Selly. Aren’t you afraid it’ll happen to you? To us?”
“Nah. You never hear the rumble with your name on it.”