Suddenly, Augur’s phone starts to buzz and lights up with the notifications as the signal from the cell phone tower finally breaks through the barrier of these mountains. He sighs, realizing his brief isolation is at an end. There is a cost sometimes, the price he pays as yet unknown, for what is thought of as connection.

Then he is turning into the parking lot, familiar faces before him, the guitar case bouncing on the seat behind him, the strings of the guitar inside thrumming in time to the ruts in the road.