Outside, rain dropped down onto the purple house, covering everything you can imagine. Inside, the purple cold house, I saw this little bit off light I went to see it and it wasn’t anything special it was just a lit candle flickering. Paul Geraty grabbed he’s coat closer then normal and he put his hands right wear the fur was it didn’t do any use. Bitter wind blew rain on everything. The cold purple house banged in the storm as if someone was trying to speak to him, ‘No shelter here to stay a bit drier.’