The wind had picked up since William had gotten in, banging the shutters and threatening to pull shingles from the roof. William had stopped his work to watch the storm brewing from the window, and from the looks of things, it was getting nasty. This wasn’t his first encounter with hurricanes, but they always provided a time of worry. What if this was what took him out? What if he never got to return to his own time and live a normal life instead of this misplaced one he had gotten himself stuck in? Maybe he never should have meddled with this damn compass in the first place.<br/><br/>Being at the end of the road, William had been able to watch as the rescue team went from house to house, helping out those who didn’t have the means of staying safe during this crazy weather. He had taken the opportunity to go and check his gas supply when the first knock reached his door. Reaching the door shortly after the second knock, William called to the young man.<br/><br/>He recognized the man from other times when he had been helping out with the team, though William didn’t think they had ever spoken. It took him a moment, but soon he knew the man as his grandson, James.<br/><br/>“Think I’m okay, but you might want t’ be heading for shelter yourself.” Just as he said this, what looked to be a piece of siding flew between the two men. “Get on in here!” William called. “Before I gotta go out and get you myself.”