As she considered this philosophical question, it started raining. Then it started pouring, and lightning flashed and thundered in the distance over the lake, reflecting off its surface in bright streaks. Before Zoe could even push herself off the ground she was soaked from head to toe.

Had she fallen asleep? The sky hadn't been cloudy when she rode here.

She felt like she was drowning and freezing at the same time. She hoisted her bookbag and ran to her bike. Her metal bike—