"Yes, it's all very exciting," Parker said to David, watching the screen with a peaceful smile. She didn't mean the bombs; she had never been very interested in explosions. Fourth of July was just a boring day when she wore earplugs to work. But she meant what she said: what was interesting weren't the bombs, but what they meant.<br/><br/>The end was near. Humanity was about to be liberated from their old way of existence, and returned to a primal and meaningful world where death could come at any time. "That's interesting," she continued, "that the destruction will come East to West. Someone should write that down, as part of the story of what happened today." She would write it down herself if she had a pen and a journal. If that was all she'd forgotten in her rush to leave, she'd be lucky.<br/><br/>Parker wasn't offended that the hooker was ignoring her, though she did wish she knew the woman's name so she wouldn't have to keep thinking of her as "the hooker." Making herself intimate with the man in power made good survival sense, and Parker wasn't going to interfere with her. She'd be offering herself to David right now if there were only the two of them in the bunker. Though, come to think of it, they still hadn't heard David's "Rules" for their continued existence. She would probably be giving it up to David after all; she just hoped that would be the worst of his conditions.