Roy stood with his back against the entrance door of the station. The view was more than a little disturbing and he held out his hand as it started to rain, the ashes staining his white gloves.

As soon as he'd realised what had happened, he'd gone to the island to offer his help. He'd been reassured that they'd been living there for years and could handle this just fine. Not that it eased Roy's mind, but there hadn't been much point pushing his help on anyone. So he'd made it back and made the troopers set up arrangements in case anything happened that might influence Fandom.

With both the ocean between Fandom and Bali Hai and the cliffs surrounding most parts of the island, it seemed like Fandom would be safe. Nevertheless, he'd figured out which points might need to be reinforced if things got very ugly or if the ash fall got too bad.

So for now, there didn't seem to be a whole lot more he could do but keep an eye on the situation.