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be wrong. But that’s what I’m telling you—before we know it, the whole world will be fighting for a hospital bed and it won’t do much good because even the nurses and the doctors will…’
    ‘I wouldn’t take it that far.’ The grim reality of the situation seemed to be dampening Tim’s mood. ‘I think we’ll all be good as long as we wash our hands and drink lots of green tea.’
    ‘Green tea. I guess it all depends on who’s serving you that green tea.’
    ‘Well, let’s just say that the lady of the day doesn’t look the least bit sick, and with energy like hers, she’ll kick Ebola’s butt right back to where it came from. So I’ll be safe for as long as she’s around.’
    ‘I guess all the bachelors in this world are immune then.’
    Their conversation came to a quick end once Anne entered the living room.
    ‘Who was that?’ she asked, noticing that Stewart had promptly ended his phone call.
    ‘Ah, just Tim. Calling to talk to me about the news.’
    ‘The news?’ she asked, pulling her blonde hair into a ponytail.
    ‘Yeah. He read about the new cases. Funny thing is, I was right on my way to tell you about them. They’ve diagnosed two more people with Ebola.’
    ‘In Florida?’
    ‘Yes Anne, in Florida, and my guess is that they’re keeping then in the hospital right up the road. Silly of us, isn’t it? To buy a house so close to a place that houses disease.’
    ‘Stewy, we’re not moving.’
    ‘No, no. I wasn’t saying that we should move, but I mean, it’s kind of troubling to think that once those people are let out, they’ll be shopping at the same stores as us, shaking the same hands as us. I get that they’ll be cured and all, but one slip up is enough for Ebola to get out of control in the US.’
    ‘And sleeping in the same bed as us,’ Anne mocked. ‘You’re getting a bit too invested in this whole thing. There are over five million people living in Florida and a mere two cases is no cause for concern.’
    ‘Three cases,’ Stewart corrected.
    ‘Two, three, four, same difference. The point is, neither you nor I are going to get sick.’
    ‘If you say so, but that doesn’t mean you should be walking around patting every Tom, Dick and Harry on the shoulder.’
    ‘Eh. Just Tom and Harry,’ she said in between laughs.
    ‘Ah, I see what you did there. Still, be careful.’
    ‘I’m always careful,’ she said, and headed back into the bedroom to finish getting dressed.
    In an hour, they’d have to head through the door and to work. Stewart took the time to collect their bugout bags from their individual cars and check the supplies. This was something that he did regularly, just to ensure that in the case of an emergency, they had the basics to get through the first 72 hours on the run. In fact, his car wasn’t the only place he kept a bugout bag. He had one in the pantry and another in his office. He wanted to make sure that no matter where he was when disaster struck, he’d be prepared. Anne, on the other hand, had only kept one in the house and in her car primarily because she knew that Stewart would throw a fit if she didn’t.
    ‘Are you ready then?’ she asked.
    ‘Yup, just finished up,’ he replied, handing her the newly sorted-through bugout bag.
    Together, they exited the house and into the scorching Florida sun. Anne gave Stewart a peck on the lips before heading to her car and off to the bank where she worked as a Senior Investment Relationship Manager. Stewart exited the driveway a few seconds after Anne’s car turned onto the main street.
    Within fifteen minutes, he arrived at the office where he was greeted with the regular hellos and then an ever-edgy Lucy, who fluttered from insurance agent’s office to the other, certain that one error would cost her this job. She was a young girl in her mid-twenties. Stewart could see how hard she was trying to work her way up. She’d apparently chosen an internship at their firm due to their promises of