Something was in the air that night. The wind was wild and crazy, sending leaves rattling across the road, and making the branches rattle against the house. Somewhere, nearby, a dog was howling.
A storm was coming. When it arrived the rain pounded and nothing else could be heard - just rain. The storm was so strong that the rain seemed to be falling horizontally.
It was a midnight rain. It was a Thursday night and most people were sleeping soundly. Even Kate.
Something shattered so close to Kate that she could feel little pieces everywhere, even on her blanket. Immediately she could feel the rain coming from outside.
She pushed her bed sheets aside carefully and put sneakers on. Even though it was the middle of the night and she wasn't fully awake, she knew what had happened. That stupid cracked window had shattered. And Mona Lisa - was she okay? She was sleeping on the floor right near the window.
Kate got up to check and found it was the window, just as she thought. She pulled her teddy bear away from the window. His head and shoulders were wet from the rain. Where was Mona Lisa?
