Snow floated down around Tower Eight in a rhythmic pattern, casting an even darker shade on the cloudy midnight sky. There was a thunderstorm warning sent out earlier that morning, but Song wasn't too bothered.

As he sat down at his desk, he realized that there was no wood in the stove. A disappointed sigh escaped him as he stood to check the reserve. No logs there either. Wonderful.

With an indignant huff Song pushed himself out of his chair, pulling his coat on. He was debating if he was really all that worried about the cold. It was November. Snow covered the forest in a thick blanket.

To hell with it. He needed to make sure the generator was still working. During his first week out in the snow it had frozen over. Due to the beauty of modern technology, they got a heating system on it that wouldn't damage the gasoline or blow up.

Just before he unlocked the door, Song grabbed his rifle off it's rack. Just in case. There had been an increase in bear sightings despite being on the active edge of winter. At most he would have to just scare one off. The bears were pretty harmless around here.