In a snapshot or on TV this would have looked like snow, but standing in the midst of it, Nena knew it wasn't. The ashes fell softly on her old home town, while a few fires still burned. It was bleak and empty, sparing her boyfriend that had come for moral support. She stood at the edge of the disaster area marked off too unsafe for people to venture into.
The volcano had been silent for a thousand years. How was anyone to predict that this year of all years it would happen? Worse yet, Nena hadn't heard a peep from her family. She wanted desperately to sneak in and find them.