"The dog's back here," Indigo informed him. Alpha had been in perfect quietude while all the commotion went down. "Soon the cars will be wrecked. Then they won't have a place to go. You know, if they have iron. If not they'll keep driving, I guess." Indigo pursed her lips as an image of all the people, cars collapsing around them, no place to go, no place to run. She glanced out the window. Some people were on electric scooters. "All of them are going, I think. Leaving. But is there an escape?" Another image, people huddled together in the desert, filled her mind, chilling her. Had such a thing happened before?