Howdy, people! How is everything? School just got done today, so I'm pretty excited. My exam results were pretty awesome too! Three A's and a B. Don't hate. I'm also excited for "Control Freaks", which airs tonight! Can't wait for it! Reviews came a little short for Chapter 6, which is why there was a little wait. But thanks for those who did review!

Alright, let's get to Chapter 7!

A little while later, Fredrick was meeting Patrick in another room of the NOAA. As he waited, he heard the security officers watching a small TV. FOX was on again, and it showed a bunch of people in a supermarket.

The woman on was saying, "So far the terrible weather hasn't hit the D.C., but residents in the area aren't playing it too safe. People are stocking up for what is already being thought of as the worst storm season on record."

Currently, the weather in Washington D.C. hadn't been extraordinarily bad. Just a thunderstorm, it wasn't as bad as the one in Manhattan.

Patrick walked up to Fredrick and said, "You better be sure about this, Fredrick. My butt's on the line here."

Fredrick answered, "You saw the model."

Patrick nodded and sighed, "And I sure hope it's wrong."

Someone started walking towards them. Patrick bowed in respect, "Mr. Vice President."

Vice President Bob Richardson answered, "Patrick. How are you?"

"Good. You know Professor Fenton."

Richardson looked at Fredrick and answered, "Yes, we've met." It was easy to say he was still pretty annoyed at Fredrick aggravating him in New Delhi. The three of them started walking down the hall.

Patrick said, "Professor Fenton has some new information you should probably take a look at."

Fredrick handed Richardson the model and explained, "We just got these results from our simulation model. They explain the cause of this severe weather. You know, Los Angeles, Tokyo…"

Richardson interrupted, "I know where it's taking place." He handed the papers back and said, "I'll have a look at this later. I have a meeting scheduled right now."

Fredrick shook his head, "This is very urgent, sir. Our climate is changing violently and it's gonna happen over the next six to eight weeks."

Richardson looked confused at hearing this, "Didn't you say this wouldn't happen for a hundred years or so?"

"I did, but I was wrong."

"Well, let's suppose you're wrong this time."

"Sir, I wish that I were, but like you said, you're perfectly aware of what's happening all around the world."

Richardson was now looking pretty annoyed as he stopped walking and said, "Look, we're making all the necessary preparations for this storm. What more do you want us to do?"

Staring at Richardson rather coldly, Fredrick replied, "Not nearly enough preparations, sir. You have to start thinking about large scale evacuations right now. It is imperative in the northern states."

"Evacuations?"

"Yes."

Richardson returned Fredrick's icy glare and said, "You've lost your mind, Fenton. I have to go." He walked away.

Fredrick quickly walked after him and shouted, "Mr. Vice President!" Richardson stopped and turned around.

Fredrick continued, "If we don't act right now, it's going to be too late!"

Richardson glared at him and continued walking.

Patrick said to Fredrick, "Come on, Fredrick. Let's go."

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While Fredrick complicated his thoughts, Danny had arrived back at the hotel. He saw that Tucker was still asleep and Sam was flipping through channels on the TV.

Danny flew through the wall and changed back into Danny Fenton. He said to Sam, "Hey Sam."

"Hey Danny. How was the flight?"

"I've had better ones. Tucker still asleep?"

Sam nodded, "The guy sleeps like he's dead."

Danny chuckled, "Dad called me on my cell while I was out."

"What did he say?"

"He just told me it'll be good once I get home because they're worried about all this stupid weather."

Sam sighed, "Parents. What are you gonna do?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Danny went over to answer it. A man who worked for the hotel was holding a bunch of magazines.

"Can I help you?" asked Danny.

The man answered, "Would any of you like to purchase a magazine? It's only $1.95 each."

Danny sighed, "Sure. Whatever." Then he handed him two dollar bills and took the magazine. He walked away.

Danny closed the door and walked back over to the couch.

Sam asked, "Why did you buy that?"

"I don't know. I just wanted something to keep me busy for a little while." He started flipping through the pages for the next few minutes, while Sam kept flipping through the TV channels.

Then one page caught Danny's attention. He turned to Sam, "Hey, Sam. Check this out." The page showed a picture of the body of a wooly mammoth. "Wow," said Sam eagerly, "A mammoth."

"Yeah," said Danny, "It's on display at the Natural History Museum. It's for attraction. Take a look at what the article says about it. 'The body of this mammoth was found perfectly preserved in a Siberian tundra with food still in its mouth and stomach, indicating that it froze instantly while grazing.'"

Sam looked a little grossed out at hearing this.

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Over in Scotland, many miles from the Hedland Center, three helicopters were flying in a pounding blizzard. They were to escort the royal family to safety from the storm. They had flown in blizzards before, so this was nothing really new.

As they kept flying, they saw something up ahead. It looked like an enormous space up in the clouds. It looked just like the eye of a hurricane. The sky looked blue and there was hardly any wind.

Inside one helicopter, one pilot looked at the controls with a confused look, "This gauge here can't be right."

Another one said, "Wind speed has dropped to zero. We have multiple walls of cirrus cloud formations."

It was looking very odd. Just then the pilots began to notice that ice was suddenly appearing in the helicopter's interior. They were suddenly starting to slow down rather quickly.

Another pilot said, "What in the world is going on?"

There was a sound of engines dying as another pilot answered, "The bloody fuel lines are starting to freeze!"

Indeed, they were. This seemed impossible, as it needed to be super cold for fuel lines to freeze. But that's exactly what was happening as the helicopters slowed down, and then started to fall. Ice was starting to engulf the helicopters from the outside. Moments later, one of the helicopters crashed to the ground.

In the second one, there was panic as one pilot shouted, "Port engine pressure's dropping! Motor RPM's dropping!"

Another shouted, "We've got a flame-out on the starboard side as well!" Everything was shutting down as everything inside and outside of the two remaining helicopters began to freeze.

One of the pilots in the helicopter who was falling the fastest shouted, "Prepare for crash landing!" A few seconds later, that one crashed to the ground.

A pilot in the only remaining helicopter shouted, "Select emergency fuel!" No good. It was freezing as well. "Come on, what's the matter with you? COME ON!"

The third helicopter crashed as well. It skidded along the snow several feet before coming to a stop.

Ice was all around the helicopter. The pilot inside opened the door and peered outside. His breathing became heavy as suddenly ice started appearing around him. He felt the temperature becoming lower and lower as his breathing became heavier…

Then the heavy breathing stopped, replaced by no breathing at all.

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"What I'm about to tell you now is supposed to be confidential," Roy Peterson spoke into his phone later on to Fredrick. "A couple hours ago three helicopters went down over Scotland. They crashed because the fuel in their lines froze."

Fredrick had Peterson on speaker in his office as he asked, "At what temperature does…?"

Peterson answered, "Negative one hundred and fifty degrees Farhenheit. We had to look it up, Fredrick. The temperature dropped unbelieveably fast. Down on the ground, people froze to death before they could even leave their cars."

Looking worried, Fredrick turned to Brittany and asked, "Could you get me a satellite picture of Scotland two hours ago?"

Brittany nodded and went over to the computer.

Peterson went on, "We've got mountains of data. But what we don't have is the amount of computer power to analyze it. Can you help us, Fredrick?"

Fredrick answered, "Send us what you've got and we'll do what we can."

"Thanks Fredrick. Bye for now." Then he hung up.

Brittany turned back to Fredrick, "This is Scotland when the temperature dropped."

Fredrick and Mark walked over to the computer. On screen was a huge storm cell like what was seen on the Weather Channel. The three of them looked amazed.

Mark said, "God, this thing looks just like a hurricane."

Brittany replied, "Except hurricanes don't form over land."

Oh, boy. Now the plot is really starting to build up. Danny and the gang will be trying to get home in the next chapter, but will they get there? If you saw the movie, you'll already know. Chapter 8 will be here soon!