[10: from Red Bear: What happened under the blue dome, on November, 23 1986?] Night crept over the hills suddenly, and the tall granite cliffs shadowed the little house earlier than most of the valley below. It was almost as if the sun just gave out, and twilight bathed them. Meera shivered. The wind kicked up, and no matter which way she turned, she found some part of her coat left a place for it to cut. She settled for turning her back on it and pulling the coat as tight about herself as she could, until she thought she might crush herself into a little pile of wet wool. Rain started and stopped between the gusts, giving just enough time to think that maybe the worst of the storm had passed, then doubling back again with a wet splatter. Dick yelled something, but a gust silenced him mid way through, and a bleat from the flock of sheep between them made even that impossible to hear. She trudged toward him, a couple sheep colliding with each other to try to avoid both her and the wind. "What did you say?" "I think we'll have new lambs by morning. These ewes look ready to pop." The sheep bawled pitifully and clustered around Dick and Meera, and even the dog hid on the lee side of the flock, using the sheep themselves as a wind-break. "Of course we'd have nasty weather during lambing season. It's just how it works, I swear." Dick was still yelling, trying to be heard over the wind. "How long will it be?" "I don't know. Hours, maybe. Let's try to get the flock over by the lambing shed. We can at least get out of some of the wind. The little wood building looked like it was miles away, or at least it felt like it to Meera.