La Garita Caldera reawakens

Previously

…He reached for his phone, his fingers fumbling slightly. There was only one person he could talk to, one person who understood the gravity of his work and the potential danger that lurked beneath the earth's crust. Jeremiah. His son. The one he’d had to tell to leave the immediate vicinity of La Garita Caldera, a decision that had gnawed at him ever since. He dialed the familiar number, the silence stretching with each ring. Finally, a click, and Jeremiah’s voice, a little rough around the edges, came through. "Dad?" "Jeremiah," Aris managed, his voice tight. "You need to come back. We need to talk. Now."