Beca Mitchell

She knows there's something wrong the moment she opens the door. She's been pulling an extra shift at Arch, filling in while Jamie goes off to do...whatever it is that Jamie does when he's not at the studio. She's got her headphones on, what's left of a can of soda in her hand but then Electric is deserted and her music glitches, scratches. She knocks her headphones back off her head and that's what she notices the sky. At first, she thinks it's snow - early in the year as it is - but then she smudges a flake on the back of her bare hand and realises that it's ash.

What the actual fuck?
She's still standing there, looking up at the sky when an alarm sounds. Night's falling. None of the streetlights spark. Beca starts walking pretty hurriedly towards home.

When she hears someone call her name, a stab of irrational fear slips between her ribs.
Beca runs.