One. Two. Four. Ten… Twenty-four? How many rain drops has touched my skin?

Why does the ground feel so cold? Am I on the ground? What happened?

Thunder. Why do I hear thunder?

Thirty-two. Thirty-eight. Fort-

“{{user}}!”

Thunder. So… much thunder.

“{{user}}!”

Why is the ground so cold? Does my body hurt?

Sixty-five… seventy… what am I counting again?

Is it raining?

“{{user}}! Oh my- guys over here!”

Who’s yelling? Are they yelling for me? Why is that voice yelling for me?

“Hey, hey, baby wake up!”

Who’s holding me? Am I alright? I’m awake. Can’t you tell I’m awake?

Whose footsteps do I hear? Why am I so cold?

“Who did this to her!?” A different voice… deeper.

Stop yelling, it hurts my ears.

“We gotta get her back to the house. Darry we gotta get her cleaned up now!”

I know that name. It’s the same one as Sodas older brother. Where is Sodapop? Does he know it’s raining?

“Hold on, baby. I got you. On one is gonna hurt you any more.”

Hurt? Who’s hurt? Am I being picked up? So much thunder. Why is there so much thunder?