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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Well, right here.

Oh, this is mine.

I'll never starve here.

I'm Ray Bradbury.

And this is...

Clocks, hourglasses,

barometers. Who has not lain on his back and wondered where the weather was born

and how it traveled and why along the way it sometimes ate people alive?

And then again, late nights, doesn't the wind outside your house scratch at your

screen like a cat needing to be fed?

And what then?

Do you let the wind in?

And what happens if you do?

You're here.

Hello, Herb?

John!

How are you?

Susan there.

Is. Yes, she is. Why?

What's up?

Are you all right?

Are you still there?

Herb?

Could you come over here, please? Just for a few minutes.

I'm sorry.

Ann and Keith are here. Bridge party.

Oh, sure, sure.

Just forget it.

Oh, no, no.

I wouldn't want to bring my troubles over to your place. I might get you

Hurt?

No one can hear me.

No.

My God.

It's like a great big shuffling hound.

It's trying to smell me out.

This tape's for you, Herb.

If you find it.

Herb, you know I've studied the wind, recorded its violence all of my working

life.

The great storm here in New Zealand in 68.

Hurricane Hina in the Fijis.

Right up until the most recent, Gilbert, in the Caribbean.

Man of devastation.

I've followed the weather everywhere.

And now... the weather's following me.

He's been studying storms and hurricanes all his life.

And now he's flipped and thinks... That's unfair.

Herbert met it.

John Colton? Strange.

I mean, out of all the people in New Zealand, why did he have to let John to

you?

It wants what's inside me, Herb.

It wants my mind.

My brain, my psychic force.

It wants my intellect, Herb.

Colton and I were both there for over a year.

We became very good friends.

He's quite brilliant, you know.

He's been through a lot.

Yes, because he's gone looking for it.

In Tibet, I climbed up into the mountains, to the Valley of the Winds.

The place where the winds gather and plan their destruction.

It was a vast, evil mountain. Hard, bony rock.

Blasphemy to touch.

I touched it.

I climbed 7 ,000 feet to see what I should never have seen.

It was terrifying.

Not one wind.

By hundreds.

I hid in a cave.

Hearing.

I'd been too much.

Where are you now?

Oh, what is it?

Herb, you really should come over.

God, make you sound terrible.

No, no, I'm all right.

The house is fine.

The doors are bolted. Bolted?

Against what?

You wouldn't believe.

Try me.

Are you playing cards with friends?

Let me hear.

What?

Just hold the phone out so I can hear. No, please, do it.

There.

We're not doing so well, partner.

Sorry.

That's lovely.

Drop everything and come over here.

Drop everything.

Sure, sure.

What's the weather like over there?

What's the weather like outside?

There is none.

It really is a beautiful night over here, John.

Right.

It doesn't want you.

Just me.

Do you look like butterflies, Herb?

Well, just like we collect things.

This thing goes round the world collecting people.

You ever listen to a storm, Herb?

All those funeral voices, those terrible, terrible voices crying out for

themselves.

Those are the voices of the people that has found and consumed.

You're crazy.

Yes, go ahead. Think that. Think that. Think anything you want.

Just walk away. Leave the phone. So long.

Come on, do your work.

It's the second power cut in a month.

Never mind.

Copy by candlelight's run.

Life sure is funny.

It's a lonely thing, even for married people.

You can be in someone's arms and feel a million miles from them.

We sit here on our self -assured butt bones.

Not many miles away in his lonely house, surrounded by night and God

knows what, one of the finest men who ever lived.

Herb?

Oh, back on.

Oh, well, back to the game then.

Emily? Hello, Herb?

Herb? Herb! Hi, John. No!

Don't hang up!

You want to be alive, don't you?

You want to get inside me.

Make me a part of you.

I hope.

I'd know that laugh anywhere.

John?

John, what is this?

Come on home!