"So is my brother’s," Leo said sternly. "Do you know how many people have died in this horror already? It’s already leveled five towns, and the F-6 is headed right for Oklahoma City! Tens of thousands of people are going to die, not just one person that you happen to know! It’s a holocaust out there, and I don’t propose to join in it! Get a grip on yourself!" He opened a tall closet. "Look, here’s a bathrobe. Get out of that wet paper, Jane, and try to compose yourself. You’re in a storm cellar now, and that’s where sane people are supposed to be, during a storm. We’re going to stay here now! We won’t be leaving again."