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it was almost 2 a.m. According to lose his phone. Still no signal. The sound of a key scratching its way into the lock. Prechter ears loose came dance voices. The front door clicked open. She shoved the envelope back into the drawer. Dan, she cried, dashing out from the candle, the kitchen to a partner who stood in the front door wearing a headlamp. I saw your note. Sheikh wavered. What the ****'s going on? I'll explains Ugo, take thes exit, banding as he passed a two gallon size bottles of water. Just leave them the hallway. We need to be quick. He swiveled the vast hiking backpack off his shoulders and swung it onto the floor. He was fit to burst. Daniel freaking me out. What is all this choke, Lizzie Bernie shoes. There's more in the car. He panted, one being the band of sweat from his brow and disappearing out of the door again. Come on. Lucy hastily pulled on a pair of sneakers and set off after him down the black out stairwell. Dan, tell me what's going on. You leave me a note saying everything's about to change. What does that even mean? whisper, he hissed, casting his line around the deserted level. Did you see the news before the networks went down? I caught a bit of work. I caught a bit of work. Is this to do with the whole space station thing? Quite Lucy, hastening to keep up his day and raced on. Yes, he said, is around the corner on to the sixth floor. Dad called me right before the news broke. The White House thinks what happened to the ISS is linked. What's happening to the satellites? What is happening to them? Probe Lucy? I don't know. Okay, All I know is what Dad told me. It's what's next that matters. Stop! He halted and covered his headlamp. Lucy froze mid step and listened, her eyes adjusting to the darkness out going, quote a smoker's voice for at the corner. They got well, we'll let you back here. When it's morning, a sliver of flickering candlelight spilled out into the stairwell, accompanied by a soft, you know, for the unseen apartment door. Clicks shut again and the darkness returned. Dan waited a few seconds more than uncovered, his headlamp, re eliminating stairs. Stanwood everything we use, he whispered. urgently as they continue their hurry down the levels phones, the Internet, the national grid, banking, farming, everything. It's all dependent on GPS on satellites, their GPS. There's no universal time anymore, so every nation has to revert to their own alternatives, which will be fractionally different to one another. That tiny split second difference is enough to trigger server areas across the world, which means goodbye stock markets. Goodbye, currency. It also means we have to switch all our power sources back to manual, which is crazy intensive. Dang clicked his light off again as they reach the first floor. As they approached the lobby doors, he slowed to a halt. Cautiously. They stepped out onto the steep pitch. Black Street is deserted. Vivid moonlight reflect off the parked cars and curtain windows. Danley the way to the car. The drunk. It was brimming with supplies, bags of food, equipment of water. Here, he said, passing her headlamp of our own. Don't turn it on until we're back inside.