“Is everyone okay?” Arthur spoke, looking in the backseat to check up on Spencer and Glen. They both nodded tensely, exchanging looks as they attempted to relax into their seats.

“Where are we going?” Glen then inquired, eyes glued to the window as he strained to get a better look at the angry orange glow about 5 miles east of them.

“The Del Mar Fairgrounds. They are evacuating people and horses there.” His father replied, his voice even and calm. Leave it to him to act like this was just some kind of fire drill.

The freeway was completely empty except for the Carlin’s rig and a few other cars. It seemed rather ghostly, and once again Spencer had that eerie apocalypse sensation in the back of her mind. The rest of the night was a blur to the blonde, who spent over an hour diligently settling her 3 horses into their stalls before attempting to get some rest. It was pointless; her mind was far too pre-occupied. So, instead she did what everyone else at the fairgrounds was doing, sit in front of the radio tuned to 600am, which was providing non-stop coverage of the fires, and hang on their every word.

As the sun rose over the fairgrounds, the entire world seemed to be tinted slightly orange. It was like living in a sepia colored photograph. The smoke and ash gave the sun a red hue, and all of the sudden the upper-class area of Del Mar seemed akin to a Martian planet. Spencer exited the living quarters of their trailer and took a good look around, taking in her surroundings. People were hustling about, hospital masks over their nose and mouth as they worked.

“Told you guys there’d be a fire. I could sense it.” Glen spoke as he stood beside his sibling, looking down the aisles at hundreds of horses and people milling about just as she was.

“Not really an appropriate time for “I told you so’s” Glen.” The girl replied somewhat irritably, her eyes shifting to her now filthy converse, “I’m going to go take a look around, tell Mom and Dad I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Glen nodded, resisting the urge to tag along. Not that he’d ever admit it, but all of this chaos made him feel rather helpless and lonely. Spencer gave him a good long look before she shuffled off, hands in her pockets and blue eyes glazed with worry. The news that morning hadn’t sounded promising, and she was honestly concerned about the welfare of her home. It seems so materialistic to an outside eye, but that was her /home/. She’d been born and raised in that house, she knew it inside and out, it had it’s own unique smell and character- it was where she lived for god sake. If she lost that, she’d be devastated.