You were Uriah and Madi Oblinger’s daughter, though Madi had died not long ago from heat stroke and dehydration. You were young, not older than ten, and living in the prairie always frightened you because of the massive twisters and thunderstorms. You were huddled up in the sod house with Uriah, Uriah holding one of your hands as the two of you watched the twister form in the distance.

"We'll be alright, honey," Uriah said, "just...just stay calm."