The instant Anthony stepped out the door he nearly flew back in. The

palms of his hands burned as he grabbed the sides of the door and

forced himself back out into the waist deep snow. He squinted into the

sky as he slammed the door shut behind him and saw Storm. "Oh great,"

he groaned. "Mind control. Well two can play at that game." Anthony

raised his hands in front of him and set his jaw. The snow parted, but

only enough for him to move forward. Storm was too strong, and he had

to find Andie. With his arms still in front of him he pushed harder. There

was no sense in simply running out into the blizzard this way; he had to

clear the grounds as much as possible so he could see. Maybe he

should have let Ryan come after all, he could stop Storm. But he had no

time; in the storm Andie probably hadn't even made it to the gate. His

concentration paid off. The clear circle that surrounded him spread over

the yard and he moved forward quickly. He felt Storm's gaze on him and

then her force. The walls he'd made ceased to grow and started closing

in. Anthony felt his arms start to shake as he tried to regain control.

Outside of his 'force field' the white blindness thickened and grew heavy,

as if he now carried a heavy burden. In the distance he caught a glimpse

of Andie's red coat. She'd made it further than he thought, only a few feet

away from the gates. At this sight Anthony felt his original drive

strengthen and he gave one more push. The wall stopped moving in

either direction and that was good enough for him. Andie was not far.

However, Storm had not given her final push either. She smiled from her

place in the sky and raised her arms above her head. A gust of wind and

snow and now hail whirled toward the boy she no longer recognized. The

bubble around him collapsed under the force and he fell backwards,

motionless.