It was their forever dream. They had worked hard and sacrificed much for this day.

They walked in and breathed in the sweet smell and heard the waves crashing onshore. Dark clouds out over the ocean suggested thunderstorms. Ruth and Will were home.

They fell into bed that night. Exhausted from the excitement of the day and abit euphoric from the champagne. They fell asleep instantly and slept soundly.

Their phones blared. A message from the National Weather Service. A tornado had been spotted 2 miles south of Springmaid Pier moving northwest and would be close to the Pier at 2:40 am. If you are in the area take shelter immediately.

Thirteen stories up, rain pelting the windows and  a howling wind, there was nowhere to go. Is this how it ends?