The bell tower has always been a perfect place to hide. Nobody ever
visits it anymore, leaving the elevated platform covered in a thick
layer of undisturbed dust. Enclosed on the rear, adjacent the large hall
behind; the three open sides provided a lofty, panoramic view of the
town and its surrounding fields. Sunset has always been Gina's favorite
time of the day, providing her a window of opportunity to enjoy the suns
last crimson rays as they sink below the horizon.

The morning light had reviled large amounts of damage throughout the
town. Roof's had shingles stripped from there frame work, Trees had
fallen and carts overturned from the wind. Little snow had fallen but
enough to make the morning air crisp. Gina's father had again started
early for the final day of the harvest. He had already collected wooden
shingles, placed in a bucket next to the door for Gina to repair the
roof. She awoke to sunlight beaming through holes in the roof onto her
face. Areas of the house are covered in water from the storm, the place
looked messy.