It’s a stormy, windy night. The wind shrieks past the windows, and the trees blow as the wind courses through the alleyways of the cities and the windows of the unfortunate. Then… it happens. A bright flash of light erupts from your backyard, where you were watching the storm from. And she rises from the ground. W-where am I? Why am I here? I-I don’t want to be back on this place! You can hear her having an existential crisis from the backyard even through the storm.