Days went past, weeks flew by, and life went back to normal. It had been difficult to explain to everyone what happened, but they were just glad nobody had been hurt. The body had belonged to a man in his eighties, called Gormac Nicolson. He'd lived in a cottage out in Tumblin, far away from anyone, and was considered a hermit.
Jamie was sitting in his room trying to finish his math's homework. That's what he was meant to be doing anyway, but maths never had made any sense to him. He rested his head against the window, looking at the hills. He tried to imagine what they had looked like before the wind turbines had been built. It must have been beautiful.
Suddenly everything went slightly darker. The lights had turned off, and his computer had shut down. Another power cut? There had been three already that week. His Dad blamed it on the wind turbines, saying they overloaded the circuits. This amused Jamie; it seemed everything was blamed on them. However, usually it was their fault. His Dad hated the wind turbines, but whenever anyone asked him why he always went quiet.
There was a bright flash and a smashing noise, which made Jamie jump out of his seat and fall onto the ground, cutting his arm on some glass. Looking up, he realised the light bulb had broken. After mopping up the cut, he went to see what was going on.
"What happened?" he asked Dad while coming down the stairs.
"All the lights have broken, there must have been an overflow of energy!" he cried. "Something has obviously gone wrong. Must be the-"
"Wind farm," Jamie said, finishing his sentence for him.
The doorbell rang. Jamie opened the door and it was Mary.
"Hey, did you get a power cut too?" she asked, coming in.
"A bit more than just a power cut!" exclaimed Jamie, showing her the broken light bulbs. She then noticed his cut.
"Oh, yeah I fell on some glass," he said, noticing. She looked concerned. "I'm fine!" he said, reassuring her.
Later, Jamie, Robert and Mary decided to go for a walk, though nowhere near the hills. They went for walks quite a lot - there wasn't much else to do. There used to be a leisure centre in Aith but it had shut down due to lack of activity.
They walked along a long beach, which was the most beautiful part of Aith. Nobody would have thought Mary and Robert were related; they normally acted like good friends. Jamie doubted though that they would if he wasn't there. There were no other teenagers in Aith for Robert to hang out with, and the bus fares were very expensive, so he just went with them. Not that they minded, he was good to be with, even if you did have to be careful not to set off his bad temper.
"We should do other stuff," stated Mary, as they walked.
"What sort of stuff?" Jamie asked.
"Well, you know, other than just walk about Aith. It can get boring after a while."
Jamie often thought that too, but he never could think of anything.
"When I lived in Lerwick me and my mates used to vandalise stuff," Robert said, though in a tone of voice showing he disapproved.
"Good idea," Mary replied sarcastically.
"Did you really?" Jamie asked him.
"Yeah," he answered, as if it was normal. "There was nothing else to do; no walks to go on!"
"Wait, was it you that vandalised the school toilets, Robert?" Mary asked him, jokingly. However he didn't see it as a joke.
"How dare you!" he yelled. "I wouldn't do that now!"
"OK, sorry!" Mary said quickly.
Nobody said anything for a while after that. In the distance they could see a woman walking across the shore. She was wearing quite old and dirty clothes, and looked in her early twenties. She stared up at the wind turbines.
"Who's that?" Jamie asked, pointing at her.
"I don't know," Mary answered.
They looked at Robert.
"Well I don't know either!"
They looked again, but they couldn't see her. She'd gone! Shrugging, they walked back.