And last—the group rising up the charts, and the group that Jane found, basically, by far the least explicable, the creepiest, and the most portentous—evacuation freaks. People who flourished just after storms. People who liked to dwell in evacuation camps. Perhaps they’d grown up in such a camp during the State of Emergency, and always perversely missed the experience afterward. Or maybe they just enjoyed that feeling of intense, slightly hallucinatory human community that always sprang up in the aftermath of a major natural disaster. Or maybe they just needed disaster to really live, because having grown up under the crushing weight of heavy weather, they had never possessed any real life.