It takes almost an hour for the rain to stop, and when it does, I'm soaked and frozen to my core. I can't stop shivering, and my teeth chatter so violently they ache. Standing near the now extinguished fire, I wrap my arms around myself in a feeble attempt to regain some warmth and look around. Everyone is as wet as I am, and they all look just as miserable, too.

Tom stops near me, a sympathetic expression tugging at his features. "Emily?"

His voice pulls me from ...