A freezing house can kill a sleeping family long before the morning sun has a chance to cut through the blinding sheets of a midnight blizzard.
The wild howling of the midnight storm rattled the thick glass windowpanes of the main greenhouse with a terrifying, constant fury. Sarah Vance stood right next to the central climate panel, her fingers tightly gripping a manual brass thermometer as she checked the internal temperature lines. The warm air inside the structure suddenly felt slightly thinner, and she noticed a rapid, alarming drop in the water temperature lines coming directly from the central harbor boiler system. She rubbed her eyes, staring closely at the physical metal dial as the needle slipped further down into the blue danger zone.
"Ethan, look at the primary inflow pressure
