— Eddie Paragon There isn't always a silver lining hiding behind a dark cloud. Sometimes what's back there is much, much worse. Quin Sebastian In his third-floor, walk-up apartment on Flatbush Avenue, Mario Docelli cursed loudly. He looked out the window at the darkening sky. There was a storm coming, no doubt about it. But maybe it would have the common courtesy to wait until the ball game was over. No way, he decided. The storm clouds were so black that it was like night outside. Great! On Opening Day, too! He flipped on his radio and hunted for the all-news station, hoping for a weather report. He twisted the dial this way and that, fighting to hear through the static. Damn, the static was bad today! "... around the world ... with Indonesia ..." That's it, Docelli thought, tuning in the reporter's voice as best he could. "Repeating our lead story, all communications with Indonesia have ceased," said the calm news voice coming out of Docelli's radio. "An American satellite tracking station noted the occurrence quietly, expecting communications to resume after IndoCon Sat Three was realigned.
