Everything was white. I stumbled in through the back door in a haze as my head throbbed in pain like a monkey used for a basketball. I was delirious, but exhausted as I fell on the floor and moaned for the next five hours. That little brat.. that kid in that stupid striped coat nailed me right in the eyeball with what felt like a twenty pound bowling ball. That's it, I said to myself, the next time I go out there I'm carrying a hammock, a bucket of water, and some lemonade. And you can figure out the rest. I couldn't. I was as snow drunk as a two-bit hooker at a football game. Balls. Balls everywhere! White balls, brown balls, and one ball in my head surrounded by a slowly rising ring of red pain.. I'm gonna get that kid.. oh yeah..

Under normal circumstances, from constantly scanning for a non-existant signal the battery in Rudy's cell should be drained. But these aren't normal circumstances. This was a hurricane, therefore a static charge enveloped the cell phone towers with magical resistance, thus allowing them to continue to transmit and receive as normal. Normal circumstances would dictate a bird or something flew within a meter of the tower, thus knocking out every cell tower within a hundred miles. Hey, it's modern technology versus the holy fire of Gods left eyebrow --you do the math.