It smelled like rain.  Overhead the stars winked out one by one as dark clouds rolled in.  A bad night to be out, lost in the woods, her bike miles down the road after suddenly coming to a sudden halt.  A dead engine wasn't so bad.  Not unless you were in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the Virginia Hills.<br/><br/>Thunder rumbled, miles off from the sound of it, a sharp blast of electricity illuminatiing the road ahead of her for a brief moment, revealing the outline of a small town.  Strange, but one would have thought there'd be street lamps or at least lit windows upon the street that ran down the center to prove it's existence, but when the sky darkend again, it was lost from veiw.<br/><br/>Off in the distance, however, she spied what must be a farm house.  She couldn't see the structure itself, but there were lights that most certainly mean someone dwelled within.  To reach it, she would have to leave the road, but surely, there would be a path of some sort to guide her.<br/><br/>Ominously, the night rumbled again, sounding almost angry above her.  If she wanted to stay dry, she would have to hurry....