Scrambling to her feet, she hobbled up the hallway just in time to see Maggie’s hand narrowly miss the coffee table as she flailed about with fever. “Shit!” Alex said, rushing to her side. Pushing the furniture out of the way, she placed her hand on Maggie’s forehead and winced. The fever had turned deadly and Alex’s heart began to race. “Well, I hoped that it wasn’t going to have to come to this,” Alex said, pulling Maggie into her arms. “But it looks like it’s time to go play in the snow.” With a grunt and a groan, Alex struggled to her feet. Getting to the door, she managed to throw the lock, and the storm did the rest. The force of the wind pushed the door open, and as it swung back and hit the wall, Alex stepped out into the blizzard. Somewhere far above the clouds the sun had finally made an appearance, but the storm had swallowed up its brilliance, and the day was almost as dark as night.
