"A Passing Storm "
The clouds had begun to creep into the skies and the wind began to throw it's voice upon the walls of the little wooden cabin. It was a rough little house, but it stood against the elements ferociously. The encourage able cabin would have to do as a suitable station of refuge until the storm passed.
This wasn't the first storm to hit the region since the team began their journey. In fact it was the third, which delayed the team for more time then would have liked. There was already pressure to find evidence, but even more with the fact that they were also trying to complete a t.v. show. The frustration was building in Josh's mind, but in the grand scheme of things he could do nothing about it. If he had to he'd withstand the producers onslaught of verbal scolding, then brush of their ignorance after a few shots with the team.
Josh took in the century old wood that made up the cabin and analyzed every crack and knot that so happened to be