Luna leaned out of the opening and looked to the left and right. “They probably headed to the next Outpost. I’m sure they’ll find shelter. We’ll join up again as soon as the storm passes. No worries.”
“Well, I better go up to the rooftop and secure some things.”
“I’ll come help?”
“Um, I mean, I don’t think I’m supposed to have you help, but I could use the extra hands.”
“Then how about I help, anyway.”
Beckett and Luna picked up her boxes and ascended to the roof.
The distant horizon looked fine, but Luna said, “All the signs are there,” and Beckett believed her and set to work.