The message came in the middle of the night, or at least, it felt like the middle of the night. Sometimes Sixsmith couldn’t tell what time of day it was anymore. Not since the blackout began.
He picked up the reader “(2) MESSAGES FROM R. FROBISHER” flashed across the screen. With a swipe of his fingers the message opened.
(½) Sixsmith: Finally found a place with a roof, for once, and there’s even a generator. Used it to charge the reader so I could send this message. I know you are worried about me, but there’s no need. I will be fine here for now. There is no one in this area as far as I can tell. The silence is honestly the most beautiful music I’ve heard in months. I wish you could share it
(2/2) with me. Please don’t respond to this. There won’t be enough power left. - RF P.S. I found a piano here. It still plays.
Rufus stared at the screen in the darkness until it dimmed to black. For moment he felt Robert alive again. For just a moment, he wasn’t receiving delayed messages from a dead man.