A thunderstorm raged outside, the rain pouring down heavily and thunder booming through the night. You were in your chamber, lying in bed and crying quietly. You had always been terrified of thunderstorms, ever since you were a child, but your parents had never comforted you, thinking you were just being weak.

You reached for your phone and called Terzo. He answered in a sleepy tone.

"Cara, are you alright, my dear?" he asked, concern in his voice.