Nell Potter opened the door and stepped out onto her veranda. With the debris and dirt flying in a heavy cloud, it was hard to see your hand in front of you let alone something down the road. Nell saw the outline of a figure walking toward the porch and she frowned. The figure wasn't Nell's petite niece because the shoulders looked as if they belonged on a linebacker. I could have sworn that it was Lana pulling up, that's what I told her friend Chloe. Nell waited for the figure to happen upon her portico. The man looked as if he had just escaped from a chase, his clothes looked rumpled but his eyes shown bright with excitement at some hidden inner knowledge. Nell did not recognize the man so she was a bit wary of his presence. " Excuse me ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you but your house was the first that I just happened to pass and I was wondering if I could find shelter here form the twisters." He had a slight drawl that was uncommon to Kansas and it was warm and syrupy like honey. " Of course and you are," asked Nell. " I 'm Roger Nixon, ma'am, it's a pleasure to me you and I would like to thank you for your hospitality." " Well I'm Nell Potter and it would probably be a good idea if we headed for the cellar." Together, they ran into the rampant winds and stinging rain.

            Jonathan tried to see if Nixon was in front of him and the wall of mud that splashed upon his windshield did not help matters, visually. Jonathan realized the futility of his searching so he stopped the truck and prayed that the twisters didn't pass over him. " No one will expose my son, no one," he said vehemently to no one but himself.

            Pete looked over at his two friends huddled together and he smiled. Finally, they saw what he saw, that they were made for each other. Pete did not want to think about the sadness that enveloped him now that Clark and Chloe were together but he needed to escape from his fantasy world and see that Chloe would never see him the romantic light because she was too infatuated with Clark. He sighed and then glanced at his date who was sleeping gently beside him. All of his bravado was an act to impress Chloe but she didn't see it.

            The twisters raged for another 2 hours then they abruptly stopped. The wind ceased to howl loudly and the rain that fell ceased to sound like bullets against the glass of the school. " Alright, students, it is now safe to go outside; the twisters have stopped and may I say that you all did wonderfully tonight." No one heard the dance coordinator because they were too worried about getting home and seeing to their families. Clark gently shook Chloe awake. " Hey, Chlo, we can go now; the twisters have stopped." Chloe looked at him with a sleepy stare but said," Good, I hope that the Talon is open cause I need some coffee." Clark laughed and followed her outside. The sun shined brightly but debris was scattered all around the parking lot; students surveyed the area looking to see their cars had been damaged. Clark felt the dark clouds in his heart overpower the warmth and promise of the sun. Something had definitely gone awry, he felt it in his bones; something was definitely wrong.

            Roger Nixon listened intently at the lack of sounds outside and praised God, it was all over and he wanted to shout. He looked over at Nell who had fallen asleep in the dimly lit cellar. He had to move quickly so he threw on his jacket and raced up the stairs. He threw open the cellar door and was temporarily blinded by brightness of the sun. He practically skipped to his car; he was going to be in the newspapers soon with a big headline above his picture. Except the headline in his head would contrast with the one that they would print. Roger started the car and pulled out of the Potter driveway. He had only traveled a mile or so when he felt someone intentionally ram into his BMW sedan. His neck snapped back with the force of the impact. Kent. Well, the man was certainly fired up about nothing, smirked Roger, replaying in his head the man's vehement denials of his son's special powers. Roger pressed down more heavily upon the gas and his car pulled up ahead of Kent's truck but Kent stayed on his tail. Kent rammed him twice more but it seemed that the fourth time proved to be the charm. Nixon veered sharply to his left to avoid a huge piece of debris that was planted in the middle of the road and he ran his car into a ditch that just happened to contain flammable materials. The impact of the crashing car was enough to ignite the flammable chemicals and an explosion soon followed. Fiery bits of automobile began to rain down as Jonathan looked on from the safety of his truck. Satisfied, he turned toward Nell's house, he needed to see about a few things.