The director silently decided that from now on, he would avoid any dealings with Sylvia Newton—yes, even Noah and Remi were off-limits. He didn’t want any more messes or delays sullying his show.

“Bang!” A huge hailstone smashed against the glass right in front of him, denting it badly. The glass nearly broke. His heart jumped. “We need to find shelter immediately!”

Pressing the walkie-talkie, he barked, “Everyone, check around for any big, safe houses. We’ll borrow them to ride out the typhoon!”

From the walkie came the assistant director’s voice, tinged with panic: “Director, there are over thirty of us! Whose house can fit everyone? Even if we find...