Greetings, folks! How are you? Hey, I am SO sorry for the wait, but the computer went bust Thursday afternoon so I had to wait until it was fixed. Something about the power supply, I think it was. How did you all like "Memory Blank" on Friday? I thought it was great; I gave it 9.3/10. Fake-out make-out number two! Oh, and thanks for the reviews!

Now after the long wait, let's head to Chapter 11!

Fredrick stood in a conference room with the administration a little while later. The model of the eye of the cell he showed Peterson was on a computer screen behind him.

He explained, "The basic rule of storms is that they continue until the imbalance that first created them is corrected." He walked to his computer and started typing.

He went on, "This superstorm will last seven to ten days. When it comes to an end, ice and snow will inhabit the entire Northern Hemisphere." As he spoke, a model of the world came up. As he said, ice began to cover the Northern Hemisphere, making it all white.

Fredrick continued, "The ice and snow will reflect sunlight. The earth's atmosphere will restabilize, but there will be an average temperature close to that which existed in the last Ice Age."

Silence filled the room for a few seconds.

The military general asked, "What can we do about this?"

Fredrick shrugged and answered, "Head as far south as we can."

Vice President Richardson said coldly, "I do not find that funny, Professor."

One woman asked Fredrick, "Where exactly do you suggest they should go?"

Fredrick answered, "South equals safe. They'll be safer the farther south they go. Places like Texas, parts of Florida that aren't flooded. Mexico would be best, maybe South America if they're lucky."

Richardson scoffed, "Mexico, South America. Maybe you should stick with science and leave us with the policy."

Patrick retorted, "I believe we tried that approach. You didn't want to listen to the science when it may have made a difference."

Richardson said nothing. He looked a little humbled with what Patrick said.

President Gerald Knox said in a rather quiet voice, "Tell us what you are exactly proposing, Professor."

Fredrick didn't answer right away. He took a marker out of his pocket and walked over to a map of the United States.

He drew a line across the middle of it and answered, "Evacuate everyone south of that line." The line cut through states like Colorado and California. It was just north of Amity Park, fortunately. It also was just north of Washington, where they were. (Just so you know, I live in New Jersey, so if this was really happening, I'd probably be dead somewhere in the storm)

No one said a word. Some people looked rather frightened at what they saw. After a few seconds, Knox asked, "What about the people in the north?"

Fredrick answered gravely, "I'm afraid it's already too late for them. If they go outside, the storm will kill them. At this point, their best chance of survival is to stay inside, try to ride it out…pray."

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When the Fredrick was done presenting his results, he walked to the elevator which would take him down to the lobby. Patrick walked beside him.

Fredrick asked him, "What do you think he'll do?"

Patrick shrugged, "I don't know. Hey, Fredrick. Thanks." He extended his hand.

Fredrick shook it, and Patrick finished, "And good luck."

"You too," said Fredrick as he walked inside the elevator. "We're all gonna need it," he added as the doors closed.

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Patrick walked back into the conference room, where Richardson still didn't seem to want to believe Fredrick. He said, "We can't evacuate half the country just because one scientist thinks the climate is shifting."

The woman who asked where the people should go said, "Every minute we don't take action is costing lives."

"Well what do we do about the other half of the country?"

"If Professor Fenton is correct about this storm pattern, sending troops north will just create more victims. It's important for us to save the people we can right now."

The military general added, "We make the same decision in triage on the battlefield. Sometimes it is necessary to make difficult choices, despite what the cost may be."

Richardson shook his head, "I don't accept that deserting half the country is something you call necessary."

Patrick said, "Well maybe if you had listened to him earlier it wouldn't be."

Richardson scoffed, "Give me a break. It's easy for him to suggest this plan. He's safely here in Washington, and Washington is south of that line he drew."

Patrick answered, "His nephew is in Manhattan."

Richardson said nothing. He obviously knew he had been scored. Patrick added, "Just figured you should know that before you start to question his motives."

Knox had been thinking this over for a few minutes. He then said, "We're following Fenton's plan. General."

The military general answered, "Sir."

"Give word for the National Guard to evacuate the southern states."

"Yes, sir."

With that, President Knox got up and left the room.

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The next day, the Hedland Center was now basically buried in snow. Roy Peterson, Will, and John were still alive inside, but power was getting weak and they were bundled up in winter clothing.

Will was checking the generator, which was getting very weak. After a few seconds, he shook his head and walked over to John and Peterson, who were sitting on chairs.

Will said to them, "Sorry mates, but we're nearly out of petrol."

John said, "Hey." He looked up at a book shelf and started moving some stuff out of the way. He pulled a bottle out and asked, "Do you think there's a chance it could run on this?"

Will chuckled, while Peterson asked, "What are you, mad? That's a twelve-year old Scotch."

Peterson then moved a few books out of the way and revealed three glasses. The three of them chuckled.

Knowing their time was nearly up, they decided to enjoy the drink. John poured some of the Scotch into their glasses. John then raised his glass and said, "Gentlemen. To England."

Peterson raised his and said, "To mankind."

John raised his and said, "To Manchester United."

The three of them chuckled and toasted, and then took a drink of the Scotch.

After a few moments, Will said to Peterson, "I just…I just wish I could have seen him grow up, you know." He was referring to his son, who was still on vacation with Will's wife."

Peterson answered, "Will, the important thing is he will grow up. Take pride in that."

A few seconds later, the lights went out. The generator was dead.

John said quietly, "Amen…"

That chapter wasn't too long either, was it? The next one will be longer, I promise. And I REALLY promise that the next update will be faster. Well, this is the last we see of Peterson, Will, and John, since they are about to pass on. For now, the administration is following Fredrick's plan, so it looks like the southern people will be safe. But what about our heroes, who are still in the library? Wait and see.