The rain in Maine

[After falling asleep by candlelight on a powerless thunderstormy night on an island off the coast of Maine...]

Christian said calmly, "I just wanted you to know that after storms like this, there's probably going to be a pandemic." Apparently after large storms that crossed state lines up from Massachusetts, the likelihood of mass infectious disease soared.

We walked outside the beach house to see bodies lying on both sides of the road up until it curved around the bend. The road itself was muddy and running.

I figured we should get out of there and head back to Massachusetts. I was supposedly the medical professional, but then again, he was from the Northeast.