July 7, 2007-

   I open the door slightly and peek out. The cool crisp wind goes through my hair and freezes my face. No one is there. Fear fills my mind and i slam the door shut and lock it. I should have known. Im alome. In a storm. Why would someone be here? But who could have knocked? I peek through the curtains of a window. Out in the snow i see something. Its looming over something else. Then, im guessing a gust of wind, just shot it into the air. It disapeared into the storm. I look at the lump its not moving. It may not even be alive. I look at my metal snow boots.

C. Stay safe in warmth

D. Risk everything for the lump

Its all up to you...