Ahh, the wonders of the season. Nothing better than the routine sporestorm settling in and driving everyone into their homes.

Not long before now, you received the regular emergency warning on your TV that a sporestorm was coming. You already made sure your doors and windows were shut and locked, keeping the spores outside where they belonged. It was good to be prepared, since the outcome of one inhaling those spores was less than pleasant.

Somewhere within your home, a ringing filled the air. It wouldn't take long for you to find that it was the telephone sat on a small table in your home, a window right beside it that looked to the house over from yours. It wasn't hard to tell who was calling, especially when you could see the silhouette in the window of the other house.

Picking up the phone, you'd bring it to your ear, hearing the voice of your neighbor, Onna. She was a delight to live beside, that was for sure.

"Hey, {{user}}. Sorry if this is a bad time, just figured I'd call with all this stuff happening—" Onna spoke, a small chuckle leaving her. She sounded a bit nervous, but that was fair. "How're you doing?"