"It's raining pretty heavily, isn't it? I think we've got a bit of shelter here somewhere..." She paused, turning to me. "Or should I call the others to come back and pick us up, or perhaps we should just wait for some light so that we can get a clear view of which way we're heading?" The weather was indeed getting worse as we progressed deeper into the woods, and the sky overhead was dark and heavy, but there was no point in worrying about it, because there wasn't really anywhere to worry about it except for the fact that the storm was threatening to hit us, and sooner or later. I nodded briefly in response to her question and continued to walk, although I could have sworn that her presence felt less comforting and reassuring than usual. I had no idea where or when, but something deep wit
