Ian went downstairs to find Louise in the kitchen fixing up some porridge for herself, and the boy sitting at the table munching slowly at a small bowl of cornflakes.
Suddenly he got off his chair and put his bowl into the sink.
Then, as if in a trance, he walked into the hallway, lifted the latch on the door and walked out.
Hurriedly Ian rushed after him.
He was barely 5 steps from the house when he heard a rush of wind and the door slammed behind him.
The boy stopped.
He turned around.
But there was something not quite right about him.
His eyes, which had once been hazel-brown colour, were now...
A glowing dark orange.
Ian felt another strong gust of wind that nearly blew him off his feet.
It was only then that herealised that he was trapped, in the middle of a ferocious cyclone.
The last thing he remembered was being blown high into the air.
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