“Mom!” Emily screamed, and Shane began to wail. It was pitch black, and no one could see a thing.
“It’s alright, it’s okay.” Emily’s mom said in a soothing voice. “I’ve got the generator, we can plug in a lamp, and the laptop, and watch a movie on there.” She soothed, but in a strained voice.
“Do you need help, Mom?” Emily asked. Her mother said no thanks, then went to start up the generator. 5 minutes later, she plugged in a lamp and there was light. Emily gave her mom a quick hug, then set about plugging in the laptop, and finding a funny cartoon for Shane to watch. The wind continued to howl. The hail pounded the roof above. The thunder roared, and the lightning flashed. It was a super storm. And Emily and her family sat in the basement, watching a silly cartoon.
An hour passed like this. Then two, and three. Finally, a total of five hours after they entered the basement, Emily checked the time.
“It’s midnight.” She told her mom, who nodded wearily, and continued rocking the baby back and forth. Emily’s mom’s phone suddenly began to ring. Emily snatched it up.
“Hello?” She asked.
“Emily?” replied a broken voice on the other side. “It’s me, Jake. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine!” She squealed. “I’m amazing! We’re all okay!”
“Oh, that’s awesome.” Jake replied. Emily’s mom had been listening, and she sighed in relief.
“Look, Jake, I got to go, Shane needs to go to sleep, but stay safe, alright?” I asked.
“I will.” He said. “The storm’s ended. And Emily…”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“It’s snowing. He said.
