"At some point we probably have to start going to the nearest Gemini school, don't we? Would that be Port Angeles?"
"At some point. If they don't give us a-at least a week then - then I'm giving me a week, anyway, but at some point yeah."
"I think they're going to give us more than a week," says Adana, softly. "If for no other reason than for the - people in school who lost family members."
And she lets herself out the front door.
"I'm going to go sleep. Is the couch fine? I don't - want to deal with setting up the air mattress."
And then she flops on the couch and sleeps, and tries very hard not to think about the people she couldn't save.
Bella comes back before the brownies are out of the oven and flops into a chair, softly out of regard for Adana's snoozing.
She is probably not going to wake up for a very long time. So it's okay.
Savannah's up and about, though. She's not zipping around, though, she's a bit more sedate. She is looking at her sleeping twin, silently.
There's a call to the house the next morning from the Seattle Gemini school - it turns out Port Angeles does not have its own. They talk to Charlie, who confirms their report from the Junebugs about the Sanders crashing with him, and say that school will go back in session after what would ordinarily be the Christmas vacation and not before. The kids are encouraged to study on their own until then. When school starts again all four of them will have medals from the Gemini Guard waiting for them and there's going to be some kind of ceremony about it.
Charlie writes down all of this information and leaves it by the phone for people to read at their convenience.
(She wonders, if Adana had died, if Savannah's only consolation would be a hunk of metal. If so, she thinks she'd leave the country. And possibly throw herself into the ocean.)
(She's done math, over how many people she saved. It's somewhere near three million, she thinks. Probably more, she's rounding down.)
Forks is more crowded than usual. A lot of families have people of their acquaintance one way or another staying with them, who managed to drive or fly or already be out of the danger zone when the news came.
There's ash falling, but everyone here owns an umbrella already. People bring in their produce gardens early and learn to can and pickle things. The stores are picked over, but they're open, for now.
There's ash in the sky and the sun is blocked even more than usual and it snows gray snow.
Bella runs her errands in Canada sometimes. If it gets bad in Canada she'll do the grocery shopping in Bangladesh, whatever, they're going to be fine, but she could have been faster -