<div style="text-align: justify;">6:00 PM - a rural road somewhere in England<br/><br/>That summer night was almost suffocatingly hot. The air was heavy, and signs of an upcoming storm were starting to be felt in the air. The soft rumble of distant thunder could be heard, and the air had started to give out the soft scent it often did when rain was about to come.<br/><br/>While the scent was soft, the rain that followed it was anything but. It was a heavy summer rain, the kind of rain capable of flooding any place after just a while.<br/><br/>And that was exactly what it did. Roads started to quickly become impossible to travel. Animals started crossing the road at some points, startled by the storm. Thunder and lightning accompanied the rain. One strike of lightning caused a tree to fall, cutting traffic at one part of the road.<br/><br/>For all the people who happened to be outside that night, it seemed like they would have to find shelter and wait it out.<br/><br/>That was probably going to become the case for the couple who was driving their car north. They were going to spend the weekend out, and had made reservations for a B&amp;B not too far away. The man was driving, and his wife was looking at a map on her phone, so they wouldn’t get lost. “I guess another hour and we’ll be the…”, the woman started.<br/><br/>Her sentence was cut short when Peter suddenly seemed to lose control of the wheel. “Peter!”, the woman screeched, one of her hands touching the man’s arm. It was too late to do anything, though, and the couple could only brace themselves for the impact. Luckily for them, both occupants of the car had their seatbelts on, and even better for Drina, Peter held out one arm out of pure instinct, making sure she wouldn’t get hurt. The couple wasn’t in bad shape, but the car - unfortunately - was lost after smashing against a tree. <br/><br/>After taking a moment to breathe and get back to normal, the couple looked around. They definitely had no idea where they were, and the GPS on either phone couldn’t help them too much. It basically showed a blank spot on the map. That was odd, but Drina came to the conclusion the impact had affected their phones. With a sigh, both Peter and Drina unfastened their seat belts. “Are you all right?”, they asked at the same time, nodding to each other. As they stepped out of the car, the couple picked up their bags and an umbrella Drina usually kept in the car. “What are we going to do now?”, the woman asked, a concerned expression on her freckled face. The man sighed as he picked up his doctor’s bag. “We find shelter and wait it out”, the man decided, practical as usual. <br/><br/>Drina wasn’t sure that they would find a place, but it was better than waiting inside the car, so she decided to trust her husband. “Very well”, she agreed, allowing Peter to follow ahead while she walked carefully behind him. <br/><br/>As luck had it, the couple wouldn’t have to walk for long. After about ten minutes, Peter noticed what seemed like an abandoned inn. The place seemed ancient, but at the same time, it looked structurally sound enough for them to wait in there for the storm to go away, or for the morning. <br/><br/>Holding hands - it was good to stay together, since the place was dark -, the couple started walking around the first floor, their bags abandoned right by the door. It wasn’t as though someone else would walk in, right?</div>