Every day, I think they can hear me a little more. They’ve stopped calling me Betty. They ask me, they ask Alice for help. Every day, I try to calm them down, promise them it will be okay.
I think maybe next time, I can actually help them. I think I can get Fred to shut up so Amelia can focus. I think I can tell Amelia to switch frequencies, maybe find an airport or someone in the airwaves who can rescue them.
They’ve been jumping around. Never on the same station twice, not since the first time they looped back to the beginning. I have to find them.
So I sit, my ear pressed to the speaker, turning the dial, turning the dial, turning the dial.
Maybe next time.