Jon didn't seem as concerned over the worst case scenarios as he did, but then he also knew he was worrying at them like scabs in the back of his mind he couldn't stop touching. Too many nights staring at the whorls in the wood of his ceiling contemplating all the things he wasn't doing back home, as well as here, were taking their toll.

But then Jon spoke again and Jess reconsidered. Maybe they were both holding their breath along with the earth, waiting for the shite to hit the fan.

"No, it wouldn't." The possibilities of horrible natural disasters were really quite endless. He sighed softly. "Everything's unnatural about this place. You had freak storms accompanied by a siren before I got here, then ruins appear where I didn't see any before, and now earthquakes? I have a hard time believing this is happenstance. It feels deliberate."

Somehow, some way, it feels like a sign. A big, cosmic poke in the eye.

"How's your place looking? You should think about stocking up if you haven't already."