"Mom!" the woman yelled. "What if you're wrong? You can't go out there." She hurriedly stood and hastened to the door.
The girl gave a stern look. "I've charted the storms for a year. This one will work. I’m not staying in this child's body forever. Move aside!"
With a resigned sigh, the young woman moved aside and allowed the girl to open the door. The moment she was clear, the woman closed the door behind her and returned to the chair.
"What's the deal with these storms?" Nancy asked.
"They’re time storms," she answered simply. "They charge the air outside and speed up or slow down time wherever they travel, especially anywhere the lightning strikes."
"So … that girl?"
"Is my mom. She got caught in a storm years ago and began aging in reverse. She's been obsessed with the storms ev
