The weather was stormy outside; sad, dark clouds and loud, angry, clashing lightning. Kamari was sitting in his upstairs living room, reading a book. He pushed his glasses up, flipped the page, and glanced at his watch. A loud crash was then heard in his backyard. He initially ignored it, believing it was thunder, before seeing a blue glare through his glasses. He sat up and looked out the window, seeing a bright blue light.

"What the hell?"

he muttered, before quickly tossing his book onto the chair, turning on a sharp heel, and running downstairs, tripping slightly in the process to get outside. He ripped open the sliding door, ran onto the patio, grabbed the baseball bat next to the door, and swung it over his shoulder. Rain dripped down on him, drenching Kamari as he clenched his bat, waiting for movement.