The coming rainclouds of the menacing typhoon snuck their way inside the continent. The resulting downpour had a few alleys flooded; the otherwise empty neighborhood turned vacant. Not a soul around, the passing headlights of cars dwindled.
"A Class 1 Cyclone alert has been issued by the meteorological institute. Hourly reports will be given to further avoid issues. The public is advised to return home and not stay out for long."
"Really getting heavy out there," said Alicia wiping the foamed window.
"Class 1 isn't to be worried about. They'll put in class 2 tomorrow or so. Tis traveling at a low-speed after all."
"If you say so." She leaned on the comfortable seats. Celina sat in the back and stared about. The interior of the car had her in awe, the seats, the space, and the tidiness of it all.
"Where are we headed?"
"To the shopping center," said he, "-we'll check the hypermarket and browse the stores."
