Thunder roared and lightening danced in the night sky above the small Atlanta home. It was springtime and this type of weather was not uncommon, 8 year old Clementine lay awake in bed. The noise of the storm didn't bother her much, it was the lightening. Every bolt that pushed through the sky fully illuminated her bedroom, turning harmless bookshelves and dressers into shadows that resembled monsters. She reached under her pillow to retrieve the walkie-talkie, one of her most cherished possessions, she placed it on the pillow next to her head. The second one in the set was in her parents bedroom. Sometimes, when she was feeling frightened she would use the walkie-talkie to speak with her mom or dad, it made her feel safe knowing they were only a push of a button away, but tonight was different, she knew that her parents had to get up early the next morning, they were leaving for Savannah and she didn't want to disturb their sleep,besides, by this time the lightening had stopped and the thunder that was once a mighty roar was now a soft rumble. She rolled over in bed and listened to the rain drops falling against her window, different thoughts bounced around in the young girls head as she drifted back to sleep.