Riley locates a pair of comfortable sandals and starts looking for a similar pair of ballet flats. "What did you do before all this?"

"Uh. I was in a coding bootcamp."

"There's going to be a lot of demand for that. It looks like we need to rebuild most of the internet. I'm not really sure how the economy is going to work though, what with free housing and everything in these stores being free for the taking."

"I wasn't very far along."

"It depends on what you want to do then, and how good you are at learning on your own. It looks like they copied a lot of libraries and also Wikipedia so there's a lot of resources for learning. I know not everyone takes to that though."

"Yeah, I don't know, this is all so - it's probably not even real."

"What do you mean? Do you think you're dreaming?"

"Yeah, probably."

"I'm not sure if I should try to convince you this is real. I'm pretty sure it is, but it's not a happy situation."

Cassie shrugs. She tries on a pair of boots.

Riley quietly decides to leave it be and continues searching for the ballet flats she wanted. It doesn't take too long for her to locate them. Riley continues collecting various clothing sometimes pausing to step into a changing room to try it on.

While she's examining a couple of pairs of pants, another woman walks in. "Hi," she manages in a small voice.

"Hello." Riley's voice is gentle, she's planning to go to medical school and a good bedside manner is a skill she's cultivated. "It's all a lot to take in."

"How are you so, put together?"

Riley takes a deep breath and lets it out. She bites her lip. "I don't know how bad it is yet. I'm delaying my reaction until I do. It sounds like a lot of people are going to die but I don't know if any of the people I personally care about are among them. As for other people, people die all the time. I'm hoping to fix that one day but until I do, or someone else does, it doesn't matter as much to me whether they die tomorrow or a few decades from now. I know most people don't think that way though."

Claire's expression cycles between longing, horrified and impressed before settling on a mix of sad and thoughtful.  "I don't think I could think that way. I don't really wish I could, I like caring about people, but sometimes it hurts a lot."

"I imagine it would. If I let myself believe that my family was dead it would hurt a lot."

"I hope they're not then, or won't be. I really hope Clinton is alright, and Alex and Emily and my mom."

"I hope so too. I'm Riley by the way."

"Claire." Claire waits for a moment then sets to selecting some clothes.

Riley finalizes her clothing selection. "I'm planning to visit the hospital after this. If you want to..." she shakes her head. "If you have some reason to visit or just want something to do."

"I, ok. I still have more shopping to do first but maybe I'll see you there."

"Alright." Riley collects the clothes she's selected and drops them in her apartment before making her way to the hospital.

The hospital is painted in warm colors. Behind the reception desk is a tall humanoid robot with deep blue eyes. "Hello, how may I be of assistance today?"

"Are you a person? Are you Sapphire?"