She watched the police Hopper drop from the emergency lane in the green hues of her perfect night vision. It landed in front of her, the Dyson engines whining, and she climbed into the warm interior. Julia, Conner, and Toko smiled; she nodded, too shaken by her sickness to talk, then sat back in the tough plastic seat as they shot upward. The Empire State Building emerged from the rain clouds, lights flashing red to signal a state emergency. The National Guard was hot and heavy on the streets, informing everyone the government falling didn’t mean no one was in control.