E.D. kept the truck running, it was the only way to keep the windshield from fogging up. Both of the windows in the truck were up entirely and it was getting muggy.
"This is getting unbearable E.D. what are we going to do?"
"I don't know what we can do," he replied "I can't see enough to drive at all. I have sleeping gear in the back, but by the time we set it up, everything will be soaked including us."
Sam sighed and relaxed a bit into her seat. "Well, at least it seems to be tapering off, it won't be long until it stops, but I think it may be dark by then."
As E.D. opened his mouth to respond, a gust of wind shuttered the truck and the eyes in E.D.'s head opened to the size of saucers. "My god, I think that was just the eye of the storm passing," he looked over to Sam and continued "I really hope I'm wrong, but isn't that how it works?