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Verity listened, reminded of the Covid-19 pandemic. It was, admittedly, a horrendous time. People acted like animals, flocking to stores to stock up on supplies, as people are want to do when crises hits, never once thinking to ensure others garner supplies of their own. Truly when tragedy hits it's every man for himself.

Verity didn't admit this openly, but the pandemic was good to her. People were staying home to work or just to keep safe which meant TV watching and streaming increased. People used money given from the stimulus to buy subscription services because...what else were they going to do when they were home keeping safe? It meant shows like hers soared in ratings and, thanks to commercials and product placements, it meant her income grew. It didn't mean she didn't care about people's safety, but a small part of her hoped the lockdown lasted a bit longer.

But even then once it was lifted she still did all right. 

[color=DCDC95]"Well we got through that pandemic all right, more or less, so we'll get through this one, if that's what it ends up being."[/color] She didn't want to voice any other worries she had. As Gus came in asking for one of them to call the police, Verity took out her phone. [color=DCDC95]"I tried before and didn't get through, but I can try again."[/color] Verity dialed 9-1-1 again, but didn't hold out hope she would reach them.