"You did it!" Debbie cried joyfully. "Nice work."

What happened next was a blur. Debbie hustled everyone into the shelter, Nancy closing the door once everyone was safe. The sound of hail pelting the building was only interrupted by piercing thunder. The shelter was pitch black, lightened only when lightning flashed. Inside the shelter it was silent, everyone too scared to speak.

Finally, when the storm seemed to die down, Nancy opened the door and peaked out. It seemed like the tornado had moved on from the Grange. A thought hit her. Oh no, Scott! He's still out there somewhere.