Thick raindrops soak through Leanne's hoodie as she frantically tries to input the code for the door. Ice-cold and damp hands make the simple task almost impossible, but when she’s about to give up, it beeps its approval, and the door swings open. She shivers in the warmth as the door closes automatically behind her. If she’d known the storm was coming, she wouldn’t have agreed to work extra on a Saturday. The only consol...