23. Trapped

The case is almost clear and Venla is quite sure who's the culprit. She looks quickly to the sky and turns her eyes back to the book. No dark clouds yet. She still has time before rain should start and hours till thunder should come. Sherlock Holmes book is totally hooking her and there's plenty of time to finish it. 

Without her realizing wind is starting to blow and gather strenght. It's banging greenhouse's door, slowly first, and after a while, it closes with loud thud. 

-Huh? She rises her gaze from the book for a second, but can't see anything's wrong. Only when first raindrops are starting to fall she realizes what time it is. She better hurry to get inside. But door has slammed shut, doesn't open and Venla realizes she has become a prisoner of her own greenhouse. 

-Oh no, she gasps for air and see black clouds rolling to the sky. – No no no!

Lucky whines and totally refuses to move.

 - What is it,boy? Ilari pulls leash, but his dog stays put. - Come on, it's raining! Lucky pulls his side of the leash, whines more and points to darkening yard. Ilari furrowes his brows. Something's wrong. Lucky keeps pointing and whining. It's not afraid of thundering sounds you can still can hear from afar. This is something else 

- Ok. Show me, Ilari loosens the leash and dog pulls him further to rain. 

It takes just a second to see why Lucky was so troubled. Dog runs straight to the greenhouse, whines more loudly and paws glass door. Though it's getting dark Ilari sees glimpse of platinum blonde hair. There's no movement inside and Ilari gets a bad feeling. 

– Venla? He calls her name but doesn't get any answer. He notices door is shut from outside and looks Lucky. -Good boy! Well done!

Venla doesn't answer second time Ilari tries to call her name. He opens the door to find Venla half concious and hyperventilating. 

- Can you hear me? He asks, reaches her neck to check her pulse. Her skin is cool, a bit too cool, he thinks. -Helvetin helvetin helvetti, escapes his mouth as he checks his phone and emergency number. It feels forever before they pick up. 

Emergency center leave things into Ilari's hands. It sounds like prolonged panic attack. Get in, get her warm up, follow the situation and call again if she's turning for worse. Great. Venla comes to little by little, but trembles uncontrollably. Thunder rumbles somewhere and Venla cries aloud, shakes visibly. This is the sound Ilari has heard before. 

-Hey, Ilari says, lifts Venla's face. He sees so panic ridden eyes it really hurts his soul. Whatever happened, it scared hell out of her - Ok. I got you. He says with calming voice. – I got you now.