If you enjoy this show, you will enjoy the new novel Alice isn't dead, a standalone complete

reimagining of this story. It's out now, find it wherever you encounter books, or at Alice isn't dead.com.

First the dogs will bark, they'll know before any of us. Then I will have six to fifteen minutes.

I've been taking long walks on this coast, just north of the Oregon border. Bald eagles,

actual bald eagles sitting on a wide sandy beach. And I'm the only one here to see it.

I can't see anyone else in either direction. Waves repeating themselves at the tide line.

Clouds of birds fluttering up and resetting. 10 to 30 seconds after the dogs start barking,

the ground will shake. Six to fifteen minutes later the tsunami will come.

An earthquake is due here. And afterward the tsunami inevitable.

If I began running when the dogs started barking, could I make it through the grassy dunes and up to the hills?

No. I can see the root, can make any plan I want, but I couldn't outrun the wave.

Six to fifteen minutes after the dogs started barking I would die. That's what would happen.

No one inside in any direction. Birds of the tide line, actual fucking bald eagles.

I finished my walk still alive. When what's coming for me finally comes, there will be no warning.

Alice isn't dead by Joseph Fink, performed by Jasek and Nicole, produced by desperation.

Part two, chapter two, mouth of the water.

Cape disappointment. As picture-esque a piece of land as you're going to find in this world.

Northwest forest, overlooking the point where the grey ocean, all froth and wave,

and the mouth of the Columbia River tranquil intercoise, meat. A dangerous place for boats.

Upon the cliffs above, the coast guard keep constant watch from a lighthouse.

I went up there, stood near their lookout. A panorama where so many have floundered,

so many have died, but for now just a beautiful view of the ocean.

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