There was a small cellar behind the house they had rented, and that's where Millie, Meryl and Vash ended up going to once they were outside in the storm. There was one little light bulb swinging from a wire in the middle of the very small room. The shelves that should have had supplies were filled with old boxes that had junk in them. Lunch had come and gone, and Vash was beginning to get grumpy and hungry.

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So far, Meryl had two things to worry about; the storm, and Millie's stomach. Because the room was so small, if the storm got them they could all easily get sucked right out. And if Millie decided to get sick again, it wouldn't take long to fill the entire room with the putrid smell. Meryl sighed quietly as the light bulb flickered on and off. Vash occupied himself with rummaging through old boxes and cleaning his guns. When he opened one box, he found some familiar items. A pack of cigarettes, machine gun bullets, three missiles, and a black suit with crosses on the cufflinks. It was all Wolfwood's. He couldn't help but wonder why Millie would have all of this stuff if she never used the punisher.

Vash put that box away again, and sat back down. Millie had also gotten very bored, and took some boxes out from behind her. "Oh! I found my old chessboard. Do you want to play, Meryl? Maybe it will get our minds off of the storm." Millie smiled as she got all the pieces out.

"Hmm? Oh, no thanks. I don't know how." Meryl sat up and watched Millie set up the pieces.

"Those are weird checkers pieces." Vash looked over as well, and took a black knight from the pile.

"No, silly, these are Chess pieces. I can show you how to play if you want." Vash handed the piece over, and listened intently to the rules. His brain registered them faster than Meryl could listen to them, and they played.

After 10 games, Vash finally gave up. "I can't take any more murder, you win, I lose." Vash didn't sound very serious. Weather or not he was letting Millie win couldn't be determined. Millie just laughed, and said, "That's 8 to 2, Vash." She put the chess pieces up again, and by the time she had the box back up on the shelf, Meryl had made her way to the cellar doors.

"It sounds so calm outside. I think it's over." Meryl began to unlock the chains holding the doors shut.

"I wouldn't do that. We're probably just in the middle of the whole thing." Vash looked over a little worried. He'd heard stories of people getting sucked up when they thought a storm was over.

"Nonsense, That's tornadoes." Meryl opened the door, and slowly walked out. The doors slammed shut after her.

"Meryl! Mr. Vash, what just happened!?" Millie quickly stood up and ran to the doors, but Vash stopped her.

"Go sit down, and stay there! Don't get up until I get back!" Vash went to the doors and pushed them open with force. Once he was out, the doors shut again and left Millie alone in the cellar.

When Vash looked around, he realized in less than a few seconds he was going to get swept up in the winds unless he got something to weigh him down. He spotted the punisher being slowly pulled along the ground, and he grabbed it. That was enough weight to keep him down at least for a little while. He slowly made his way into the street, shouting "Meryl! Meryl!" Relief didn't come to him until he looked up into the sky. The winds stopped, the clouds parted, and debris fell. Vash ditched the Punisher and ran off into the street. He dodged falling debris while racing through the streets.

When Vash finally spotted Meryl, he realized she hadn't gone but two feet from the house. "What the hell is wrong with you!? You could have been killed! ...Hello?" Vash waved his hand in front of her face. Meryl was staring at the cellar doors that were now open. "You look like you've seen a ghost."