Darkening clouds that promised relentless thunder and lightning raced across the Ontario sky, goosebumps spreading out across Sara Quin's skin as she looked around the van. Was nobody else worried? She turned her head back to the window, her bottom lip pulsating between her teeth as she wore the skin to a red, puckered state that would surely develop a sting later on, though that was the least of her worries.
"Tegan," she started, turning to her twin with quick glances back to the ever-darkening sky, "there's a storm coming. I think we should get off the road." She whined at the distant sound of thunder, her legs jittering about. Tegan smiled, reaching across the space between them. "We're in a car, we'll be fine," she said, pushing her sibling's small frame away from the glass that was starting to fog. "You'll be fine; we're fine."
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"It's a fucking tornado!" Tegan paused, looking back at Sara, who was slowly but surely crossing the border into hysterical. "Tegan, a tornado!" Tegan stayed quiet, one hand resting on her thigh while the other held her head upright. "Jesus, Sara, I can see it!" She growled, focusing on the road. Sara reached for the radio dial, turning it on and trying to check the local stations for any news. Met with constant static and an irritable twin slapping her hand away, Sara pointed to the nearest camping site. "Get off the road!" She hissed, glaring at the side of her sister's head. "Now!"
Tegan laughed at Sara's distress, shaking her head. "You act like it's right in front of us." She said, watching the funnel cloud swirl. "We'll be at the hotel soon."
"We're going to die if you don't turn off, Tegan, don't be ridiculous!" Sara was close to begging, paranoia evident in her voice as Tegan attempted to argue around her own slipping determination with a half-assed, "it's not even bad!"
Sara sighed, casting her gaze to the floor where her feet danced about in her own failed means of coping with the terror that was brewing inside of her as she watched goosebumps travel around her arms once more.
"At least roll up the window," Sara reached across Tegan's lap, cranking the window shut. As she tried to escape, her twin grazed her lips with her own, then grasped her hand before any of the boys could notice.
"You'll be fine," she repeated. "We're fine."