They were coming. It was as simple as that, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Six weeks of preparation, the amassing of supplies, and contingency plan after contingency plan made and then scrutinised, made the reality of the situation no less real. They were coming, like a biblical plague of locusts they would arrive just as the promise of Autumn beauty was taking hold.
Katherine sucked it up, and shuffled the pile of papers on her desk, and glanced around her room at the pristine displays and wondered how long would this sanctuary remain unchanged. Yes, Year Nine was coming.