Town Hall. That jars Radar a little, like hitting a pothole in a jeep, enough to clutch the wheel tighter and remember he has to steer. He nods mechanically. "I-I'll take care of it," he says. "When, when I go in."

Same as always. The work continues even when the world stops. Work never needs to rest or grieve like a person might.

There's something else he needs to do before going downtown, though, isn't there? Yeah. "The animals gotta, um. They gotta get fed first though." As he rubs his forehead fitfully, like that'll make his brain work better, "I'll help with that."

And then his hand stops.

"Co."