Grace sat in the lonely bench, talking to herself. At that moment, thunder growled over her. BOOM! Grace crawled under the creaky bench. Five minutes later, she crept out from it and hail began to pour. Grace froze. To the right, she heard something scratching on an ancient tree. Time was ticking… Stumbling over a tree root deep in the snow, Grace picked up her pace. She knew she needed to hurry up. She knew she wasn’t alone…