[Good thing you got the door closed. No sooner is it shut than the storm hits.]

[The rain pounding on the roof sounds like someone up above the clouds is throwing down buckets full of nails, and the force of the wind actually shakes the building. There's a massive shattering of glass, and a tree branch as thick as a person's arm comes hurtling through the window.]

[The puppy still in the crook of his arm whimpers.]

Let's get out of the entryway.