It starts the moment the clouds start darkening in the sky. The building storm clouds that start to roll in already have you on edge. You waste no time in heading back inside from the garden, closing the door and locking it behind you.

You pace in the kitchen, flitting from one end to the other—first to prepare tea, then to boil water and finally to get something to eat.

But when the first crack of thunder breaks through the silence of your house, fear takes hold of you. You scatter like a doe scared of prey hiding in the treeline, heading for your bed.

“Schatz, are you okay?” König’s voice is soft as he begins encroaching upon you, closing the door to your bedroom.