As Nolan ate, he decided to ask a question.
"Harper."
She turned around to face him.
"Yes?"
Nolan waited for a second, then spoke.
"You have not yet informed me about why a missile fell from above. Could you explain why, for I desire to understand."
Harper's eyes widened. Her hands started shaking, she gulped, and her voice came out shaky and disturbed.
"I… there… There is a war. Between the Americas, Europe, Asia, and Oceania. They are fighting over resources because the black bacteria are killing all of the crops on Earth. And the people too."
Atlas Man fell out of his chair and clutched his ears while screaming.
"AGGHH! NO! NO! IT KILLED THEM ALL! NO! NO! MAKE THE VOICES STOP! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!"
Harper immediately grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Nolan.
"Shh, shh… It's okay. Calm down. I'm here with you."
Nolan looked into her eyes with fear and confusion.
"Was it something I said that upset you?"
Nolan stared into her eyes with an unsettling intensity.
"B-bl-bla-black—b-bacteria—AGGHHH! NO! NO! NO!"
He started to hyperventilate while screaming in distress.
"Hey! It's okay! It's just me. It's just… It's just me and you… alone… together."
In an attempt to calm him, harper leaned in for a deep kiss.
"Mmph," Nolan grunted but eventually softened and kissed her too.
"I'm here… with you… together.