the most terrifying night of my life

Alone I sit, the overnight in the news desk. The phone rings, it's a newspaper, a radio station, a TV station. They want information. They don't know what they want. They want everything.

I sit here, alone. I arrived in Austin this morning. I've slept little. I know less.

The phone rings again.

KHITS Radio, the Austin-American Statesman, ABC News in New York. The questions keep coming. What are you doing before the storm? What will you do after? How much damage will there be?

Two pieces of paper to my left are all that I know. It's not enough. It's never enough.

The phone rings again.