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There is a radio, in Kansas, in Smallville, on a farm, in a bunker, in a room, by a crib.

It's crackling.

"Mel? ... Mel?"

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She doesn't need him.



The voice that answers her, when it finally comes across the radio, is tight and clipped, soft to hide the hurt - and failing miserably.

"Bye."

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Mel lets the radio fall limply to the ground, and collapses backwards until she hits a wall.

She'll have to get up in a second; there's a lot to do and it feels like she's the only one doing it. She needs to check that Hana did go back to bed and that Loo's still managing without her diaper overnight.

But he didn't even ask how they were growing, and Mel seizes the opportunity to fall apart. Even for a second.