The small town of Leoness, Iowa was silent. The half moon dimly lit the streets and house tops. The yards were backed in a silver glow. Leoness was the kind of town that nothing ever happened to. The 102 person population was mostly older people that liked the calm summer days and the chill winter nights. The 15 member High School was full of kids with hopes and dreams of leaving Leoness forever. Nothing ever happened there that was worth talking about. Looking at the town, one would say that it could have fallen off the face or the Earth and nobody would ever notice
Somewhere, a clock stroke one. The street lamps began to sway. A wind blew in from all directions from once. The silver lit sky grew cloudy and a erie darkness covered the town. The earth began to tremble slightly. The wind grew louder, the sky began to become lit with flashes of multicolored lightning. It looked as if a huge symphonic light show was playing all at once. Tree's began to break, somewhere a power line went out. The roar of the storm awoke almost every one in town, save for 15 high schoolers. Suddenly with a great bang and a huge flash the storm went quite. The moon returned to the sky, greatfully glowing once more. The town clock stopped its chimes. 87 people fell back to sleep, none of them would remember the storm.
And when it was all over, and the town returned to normal, 15 previously occupied beds were empty, and Tony Jones was back where he was needed.