Lana finally finished her last plate of hash, letting out a burp of satisfaction before slumping over to rest. Lola was across from her twin looking at a mirror to make sure she looked 'perfect' in case if it 'came in handy' for reasons still unknown. With a hairbrush she would carefully stroke her hair to make sure it stayed down. Any spot Lola thought looked like was sticking up, she stroked until she thought it looked good.

Lori was pacing around the room with her phone in the air trying to as if she was blind and could only see through the phone screen. Watching the bars she tried to get them to a high enough level to make any kind of call to the outside world. Despite every action she took, not even a bar popped onto her screen.

Lisa was still listening to the radio nearby the fire. She listened to everything that was said, she listened to what was said, who it was said, why, when, what tone, to know how urgent their situation was.

The radio crackles to life with another weather update, "The storm has been said to be growing in strength. Winds from the Eastern Mid-West plains keep pushing moisture from Lake Erie North into the storm while the storm itself sits idle over the Detroit Area. Citizens are still ordered to remain inside, preferably in the warmest room in your home. The National Guard is rescuing people from the outskirts of Lake Erie yet movement into the Detroit and Lansing areas in not possible at this time."

Lisa then begins writing down in one of her notebooks calculations on the storm's path and intensity. Despite all her knowledge about weather and physics she couldn't accurately figure out the wind speed and temperature. Yet Lisa could figure out one thing, the storm was going to stay for another week. Her casual attitude then turned to a slightly depressed state upon realisation. "Another week of this hell." she thought.

Lincoln had changed his sleeping spot to over by the door that led up, listening to the wind outside. He could hear the air as it flexed the walls of the home, the sounds of what seemed like leaves hitting the windows. Lincoln was laying on his back, his legs stretched out, his arms by his side, while he looked at the ceiling.

Lincoln's head rested upon two pillows that had sank in from the weight yet the blanket he rested on was neatly laid out on the floor. Lincoln was as still as a rock while he laid there staring at the ceiling. What no one else could see was that Lincoln was playing out images in his head. Wondering what will happen in the storm continues, "I hope this blows over soon," He thought, "I'm tired of seeing everyone stressed out. How long has it even been? Has been hours? Days? Weeks?"

Lincoln no longer had any recollection of time, it all seemed like time had just stopped. All this thinking was making him tired. His eyes were becoming heavy and more sensitive to light. His breathing began to slow while his heart's pumping decreased. Trying to stay awake lincoln tried to force his eyelids back open yet this only made him even more tired until his mind finally gave up, Lincoln then passes out on the pillow.

Luna was across from the stairs watching Lori pace back and forth with her arms still up in the air. While sitting there, Luna tried to keep her mind occupied by humming a tune to herself but that quickly grew old. She decides to start tapping a beat on her knees. Again that quickly grew old. Boredom quickly ensued, Luna was just sitting there stuck doing nothing. Looking around the room she could see everyone was just sitting still, except for Lori, showing signs of sleepiness.

Yawns could be heard emitting from the group as more and more of the kids began to shut their eyes for the night. Lori at last accepted defeat and gave up trying to look for a signal. She hunched over and strolled to the pile of blankets to get ready for bed herself. Grabbing two pillows and a blanket, she then places the items next Lily, who was fast asleep, and the lays down next to the infant.

Luna was still wide awake however. Her mind was still to active to even have hope of going to sleep. She keeps look at all the kids as they slumped over to get comfortable. Everyone had tucked themselves in to their blankets while wearing their sweatshirts and sweaters. Everyone was pretty much ready for the night except for one person.

Luna's eyes make it back to the base of the stairs when her eyes catch sight of Lincoln. He was still and his mouth was open. He had his eyes close and his slow breathing was audible. The thing that caught Luna's attention the most though was his lack of covering. He only had his basic shirt, no sweatshirt or blanket. Luna thought about the temperature in the room and noticed how cold it was despite the fire not being to far away.

Luna stands, stretching her legs as she stood up then quietly walks over to the pile blankets. Searching in the pile she looks for the thickest blanket she could find. That's when she comes across a large brown one that seemed to have aged a bit yet was still good enough. Luna then makes her way over to her younger brother with the blanket in hand.

Once next to Lincoln, Luna flicks the blanket out to have it fall slowly and lay across her brother gently. Lincoln doesn't even budge from the blanket. Luna then begins to tuck Lincoln in with a mother like style she learned from her mother when she was younger. Her hands begin to tuck in the blanket under Lincoln's back without disturbing him even slightly.

"Good night little bro." Luna says before walking over to her spot to sleep.

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