Her profile suggested that it was best if she was not messaged. Hurricane Irene was turning news anchors into a frothy mix of used diapers and 12 year old girls chasing the Jonas Brothers. I panicked.

Hi,

You’re right. I probably shouldn’t message you, but I’ve got time to kill before the looting and floods take over my neighborhood.

Who the hell is setting off fireworks outside my window?

I can fly too. The landings are forced and not appreciated.

Now the swine are throwing shit at each other. What the hell is wrong with these people?

Carry on.

She didn’t write back.