Holding her morning coffee, Isa opened her apartment door with a smile that fell off her face when no morning paper was waiting for her. She was on the phone to her best friend about fifteen seconds later.

"It's not here."

"What's not where?" Isa heard a yawn; Jet hadn't yet gotten to their morning coffee.

"It. It."

"Oh." Their voice sharpened. "Well, um, maybe whoever sends you your paper a day early so you could mess with fate thinks you need a day off?"

"Ha ha, this is serious." Isa paced endlessly. "What could do this? There could be a war."

"There is a war."

"I mean a nuclear war! Or a meteorite? What if we're all dead this time tomorrow?"

"What would you do if it were?" The question froze Isa.

"I..."

"Yeah, so, how would you stop nukes? Or an asteroid?"

Isa fell onto her couch. "Nothing. I guess."

"Right. So breathe, babe." Isa closed her eyes and did that. "Also, it's a paper shortage."

"What?"

"The Tribune says online there's an acute shortage and they won't have a paper edition tomorrow."

"Uh..."

"I'm going for breakfast. Byeeeee!"

Isa blinked. "I guess I have a day off."