Mack gasped. He would’ve thought he was still asleep, stuck in the strangest dream ever, if not for the solid wall against his back. “You . . . You’re a . . .” “Yes,” Jiichan replied as he strode past his grandson. Mack stared at Jiichan, then glanced over at Darren. “You want to tell me what’s going on?” he demanded. Darren shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. “Uh . . .” “Forget it,” Mack mumbled as he spun around and hurried after Jiichan. He found him in the living room, the TV remote clutched in his wrinkled hand. This time, though, Jiichan wasn’t watching one of his favorite nature shows. Instead he flipped to the twenty-four-hour weather network. “We’re tracking a massive category-five hurricane approaching the coast,” the weather forecaster reported breathlessly. “This is not a drill, folks. We have no indication that this storm is going to shift course or slow down. I repeat, it’s not weakening at all. Now is the time to start making preparations, because once this hurricane hits, it’s going to be too late.”
