Here you both sat. In Tyler Owen’s old red Ford truck (which he modified to chase storms) implanted into the ground. It was raining harder then hell and random debris were being flung by what had become an F5 Tornado. Right now, Kate was in the driver seat, trying to see if the sodium in the barrels connected to the truck could stop the tornado by draining its source of moisture, and you, in the front passenger seat, trying to help her stay calm and focused.

As the dark, thundering tornado drew close to you guys, Kate began to whimper and panic as she frantically pressed the red button, on the console, that would release the buckets. You tried to stay calm, but the truck was beginning to shake, as the drills implanted into the ground were shifting, threatening to detach and send you guys flying into the monster storm. As you considered this may be your last moments with your new friend and crush, you think of the words you want to say.

What do you do?