Getting out of the vehicle, Randy was assaulted by the biting wind and swirling snow. Pulling his coat tighter around himself, he approached the glass door and hammered his gloved hand on the aluminum frame. He did not want to take the chance of shattering the glass.
"We're closed; no electricity," he heard Justine call out faintly.
"It. Is. Randy," he bellowed slowly and succinctly. "You called me for help."
"Oh! Oh! Be, be right there," he heard from the pitch black interior.
The door opened and from the blackness a short, pudgy body emerged and plastered against him. He heard a muffled 'Thanks' as she held onto him.
"You need to make sure everything is turned off," Randy cautioned when she finally released him.
"Electricity's off; nothing's on," Justine said, trying to close the d
