The cantina had been out of alcohol for three days by the time Trent and Corben reached it. The owner stammered an apology and spread his hands in a what-can-I-do kind of gesture. The world had changed beyond his control. The owner offered them what was left behind the bar, which was water. Trent paid with a gold necklace he had assumed ownership of near Crystal City. He and Corben took the water on the rocks, and went to sit outside. The day had been hot, and the still air felt like a pressure cooker. The two men sat in the shade of a rose covered pergola and looked to the north. There was a dark line in the sky above the horizon. Trent and Corben waited in silence and drank the water. The cantina owner came outside occasionally, to look to the north. He didn’t speak to his customers until Corben asked.