Lochila lifted her head from the comfort of Torunn's hair, when the girl turned her gaze to the muted television. The weatherman stood outside, in a rainy area somewhere in Maine, before the map showed a radar of the east coast. The screen changed again to another weatherman in a chopper, who showed an area in Los Angeles. It was the image of the camera turning towards two tornadoes in a distance away from the flying vehicle. Wait, [i]two[/i] tornadoes?! The goddess felt herself fill herself up with a creeping feeling that made the scenario become more than it seemed. She ignored Torunn's question, as she reached forward towards the television remote, and unmuted the volume. 

[i]"...if you look over there behind me, that's a-a tornado! Yes, a twister in Los Angeles! It's one of the many of tornadoes! There's another one! It's magnificent; it's beautiful! I've never seen anything like it!"[/i]

The weatherman was shouting now, since the wind of the weather phenomenon made it extremely for him to talk. The high wind made the footage appear shakey, and before the man could speak further, the goddess changed the channel to another, regarding the weather. San Francisco, intense heat; Colorado, flash freezing; and Mexico, severe lightning. [i]Strange, more lightning strikes than usual[/i], the goddess thought, as she looked on at the tv.