Warren felt a weighty sense of foreboding deep in his soul as he investigated Phoebe's mournful eyes. The baffling item, presently transmitting a delicate cyan shine, drifted somewhere far off, illuminating the unfilled roads. The Voice had given its directions, and Warren really wanted to feel a need to get a move on.
He tenderly took Phoebe's shudder hand in his own. "You're correct, Phoebe. It would be ideal for we to stay together," he murmured reassuringly. "I don't have the foggiest idea what's going on either, however we can confront it together."
Warren and Phoebe traded a sincere look, reaffirming their bond at this time of vulnerability. With a full breath, Warren drove Phoebe back towards the gathering of inhabitants who were currently leisurely advancing toward the seventh Road Station.
As they drew nearer, Warren saw that a great many people wore a blend of disarray, dread, and renunciation on their countenances. Some were still in their nightgown, hurriedly gathered in the early morning hours. Others grasped valued possessions, as though looking for solace in the natural.
Individually, inhabitants dutifully showed their ID Identifications and continued to Area 1A, an assigned region that had showed up on the peculiar guidelines. The air was thick with pressure, and a discernible feeling of premonition loomed over the social occasion.
Warren and Phoebe at last arrived at the front of the line. They remained before the item, their ID Identifications held out as taught. The article produced a delicate murmur as it examined the identifications, checking their personalities. A feeling of weakness washed over them as they anticipated their destiny.
"ID complete," the droning Voice declared, its unfeeling tone creeping them out. "Continue to Area 1A and anticipate transport."
Warren and Phoebe traded one final look, their fingers entwined. They strolled toward Area 1A, where a gathering had previously collected. The minutes felt like hours as they paused, their nervousness developing as time passes.
At long last, a cutting edge looking vehicle coasted quietly to a stop before them. Its entryways slid open, uncovering an inside washed in a delicate, quieting light. The time had come to load up, to set out on an excursion to the secretive Place of refuge the Voice had referenced.
As Warren and Phoebe ventured into the vehicle, they couldn't resist the opportunity to ponder the obscure future that lay ahead. What looked for them at Place of refuge? Why had this bizarre situation developed? Questions whirled to them, yet one thing was sure: they would confront it together, drawing strength from their adoration and the rugged bond they shared.