It was a stormy afternoon in November. The thunder crashed and shook the ground of the high hill on which stood Llantrisant. The only illumination was from the flashes of lightning, casting shadows on the desolate houses. Iris hugged her fleece coat towards her and shook with the cold. The torrential rain thrashed down on the ruined buildings. At the bottom of the hill, the Corner shop had been abandoned long ago. Apart from thunder, the streets were shrouded in an eerie silence.