"Fuck, dude," Jasper sighs, looking at the picture in the dirt. "Tell me about it."

He laughs, a thin nervous sound without much amusement in it. "Sorry, forgot who I was talking to."

He goes quiet too, for a few minutes, thinking about... God, shit that he's really done thinking about, really. It's bad enough that he has to live in the fucking awful present, without thinking of the past he can't change. But his mouth gets away from him, big surprise.

"That was some shit," he says, eloquently. " I mean, I was pretty far away from... any of those, so it took a while for me to get what was going on. Story of my fucking life."

But he did see the unmistakable shape of a mushroom cloud, way off in the distance, and he hadn't even had time to process it before the panicking started.