Sheela tried to shake her hair, but it only made the rest of her more whet. The shed on the mountain side had been a fortunate find. She had been caught out in the freak storm. She had been the last climber to make her way down from the summit. All she had to do was to follow the rope. That advice worked until she was more than half-way down when the storm had hit. She had lost the rope and the wind threatened to carry her away.
She had been picked up by the wind and slammed into the shed.
She placed her pack on the ground and managed to dig out her rain poncho. She considered changing her clothes but where would she keep what she was waring?
Finally, she dawned the poncho which had the further benefit of keeping her warm. She looked for some food and finally found the bar of chocolate she had been saving. She tore open the wrapping and finished it in 3 bytes. She stood and then froze. Had that been a light? Who could it be at this time?