Quinn waited in his car as the wind blew violently around him. The truck rocked slightly with every powerful gust, and the trees lining the road bent under the force of the storm. Emily was five minutes away, if the GPS location she shared with him was correct. The rain was already slapping roughly against the windshield, running down the glass in thick streams, and he could barely see more than a couple of feet ahead of him.He left the headlights on and the passenger-side door unlocked so she'd be able to find him easily, but he was starting to feel uneasy.Emily was a petite woman, and while he knew it was unrealistic, he feared she'd be blown away by the winds.Two more minutes... If she's not here by then, I'll be forced to go look for her, he thought to himself, determined not to lose her this time around.He counted down the seconds, his heart beating faster with worry as the numbers got lower. Every few seconds, he glanced at the side mirrors, hoping to catch a glimpse of her

Quinn had spent days in front of the weather monitor, tracking the storm city by city across the tri-state area. He barely slept at all and he had already gone through more than a dozen sachets of instant coffee. He was looking for deviations from his previous life, and so far the news was good. Almost every major city had flooded, and the storm had killed more than a few people, but the government had thrown together drainage systems under pressure, and as the storm lost strength the numbers improved by the day. People were still told to stay indoors, though the odds of being swept away by the flood outside were much lower now. His shelter sat on elevated ground and was more or less safe from the water."It'll be over in a few days," he told Emily.She was perched on the arm of the couch, eating white bread he'd pulled out of his spatial storage that morning. "But you said it will comes back."He had given her his predictions, the ones he could explain without explaining how he knew