As the clouds split apart lightening lit up the sky and thunder rolled heavily across the ground shaking Taylor down to his core.  He pulled his jacket in closer around his body shaking a little from the bone chilling cold; he noticed a small shop close by and ducked inside.  It was dimly lit and the air smelled musty like old paper which only made sense because the shop he had entered was an antique book store.  He looked out into the square to see the trees bending with the wind which was impressive considering that they were so old that the limbs were bigger around than a small child.  A shuffle sounded behind him and he turned quickly to see nothing his dark hair falling down into his deep blue eyes.  "Is someone there?" he called his voice seeming to echo through the store as if it were deserted.