When the storm started and everything in the party turned to absolute chaos it was difficult to hear much of anything above the rushing of the wind and the screams of panicked teenagers.
What the fuck?
It was an impossible thing, a hurricane in Maine, but apparently not as impossible as you'd think considering on was happening right here and right now. People were scrambling for the door, others were cowering in corners, some were bleeding, but overall the party was crazy central.
Ethan was stuck in place, unable to fathom what was happening, but that was only until the tree came crashing through and then shit got even crazier. When he noticed the structure of the now damaged wall was wavering, creaking, shaking in the breeze, he reacted more instinctively than anything else.
His hands spread and in an instant the structure was caught, supported, held in place.