'Let's head for the church,' Scott suggested, 'and wait out the storm'.
So for the next hour and a half, Emma sat huddled in between her best friend and her sister, inside the cold little church, listening to the rain beat down on the slate roof as the thunder clapped overhead. Attempting to take her mind off her fear, the others talked about the bizarre events that had been happening.
One of the things that Emma loved about the church was that when the sun did shine, the light that came through the stained glass windows was beautiful. She was so pleased therefore when the clouds finally moved on from overhead, heading back out to to the North Sea, and the church was suddenly lit up by all kinds of gorgeous colours and patterns.
Her face lit up along with it as she stood and stretched h
