"Well?" Ritchie asked.
"Well it's coming from somewhere…! I don't know where, but the more energy you use, the greater the problems you'll have when it's time to pay the bill!"
The conspirators turned to the Director.
"So that means if we try to move the town…" he began.
"There's no way to say," Justin said. "But it probably won't be pretty."
Just then, a dark wind blew against the building. The glass doors popped open momentarily and then locked back into place. The widows high above the lobby rattled ominously. The lights, for a moment, flickered.
"Woah," Kurt muttered, "how's that for coincidence?"
"Do that again," Tom prompted.
"Do what?" Justin asked.
"That wind thing."