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?" His voice was calm, but there was a weight in his words that made you pause for a moment. "Maybe it's the storms we carry within us" you answered. A short nod was all he gave you before he turned back to the wind and the darkness.