It was a good plan, but plans never account for the unexpected.
The next morning, as soon as Sierra Sullivan got out of bed, she noticed something was wrong.
The air in the room seemed much murkier than usual.
With every breath, she felt as if she were inhaling a lungful of dust, making it impossible to suppress a cough.
She was still groggy from sleep, but the cough jolted her fully awake.
It wasn't just Sierra Sullivan; Jayce was frowning as well.
"I'll open the curtains and see what's going on."
Jayce said as he got up and walked toward the window.
As he pulled back the curtains, they both saw the scene outside.
Normally, it would have been broad daylight by now.
Even with the sandstorm, the sky would just be a dim, yellowish color, but there would still be light.
Now, however, it was nearly pitch-black outside.
Staring at the sky, Sierra Sullivan was momentarily disoriented, losing all track of time.
'Did I wake up too early?'
'Or did I sleep for too long?'
