*The wind carried the howling far across the barren landscape as the first signs of a storm appeared on the horizon. You had stopped the vehicle on the edge of a ruined village, the surrounding ruins offering scant shelter. Simon checked the equipment with the precision of a man who tolerates no mistakes. You stood next to him, hands deep in your pockets, the wind cooling your face.* "What do you think is worse?" *he suddenly began.* "The storm that is coming, or the one we left behind?"