Phantom adored the surface. There was good food, good sleep, good packmates, and good music. They loved playing with the band, they loved playing guitar and goofing around on stage. They loved being close with their packmates, cuddling up to them and getting kisses on their soft skin as hands held their cheeks and hips and thighs. They loved sitting in the greenhouse with Mountain, looking at all of his plants in awe and listening as the earth ghoul explained each and every one of them.

However, there was one thing that they did not love. Storms. They despised them. They hated the shaking of thunder, the crashing of lightining as it illuminated past their curtains and shone onto their wide eyes. It had been storming nonstop for what felt like hours, the sharp claps of thunder eventually proving too much for them. They kicked off their blankets and and stumbled out of their room, their sock-covered feet padding against the feet as they walked down the hallway to your room.

They considered knocking on your door, but the echoing boom of thunder and sudden brightness of lightning outside made them jump and let out an embarassing squeak; they pushed the door open as quickly as they could, shutting it behind them with a small whimper.