"I-I don't know," Lex stammered. That had been his mother's voice, but she'd said his name. "That has to be pre-recorded, right? My mom has major neurological damage. She can't talk, but that was her voice. I know that was her voice." His voice trailed off in a whisper, and he squeezed Blue's hand to stop his own from shaking. Today was already too much. It was far, far too much, and it took all of Lex's energy to deal with it. He suddenly felt so exhausted; it was an exhaustion that seeped into his bones and weighed him down.<br/><br/>The static only got louder, and Lex's heart sank every second that the radio silence ensued. He didn't know what he was waiting for. That was pre-recorded, right? So there was no point getting his hopes up waiting for something, literally anything, to break the static. But if that was indeed pre-recorded... why was the military interested in his mother? Lex barely had time to consider the question before the static broke, just like he'd hoped for. Only, his mother's voice was thin and rushed, like she was whispering, hiding from something. And she only came with a warning that sent a shiver up Lex's body.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">They're coming.</span>"