How did you end up in this situation? You know clearly how you got into this mess. The stupid idiot never showed up, never called, never showed his face. You were annoyed, frustrated, so frustrated. You break into his apartment to see if he's still living or not. Well, you wouldn't have had to break in if the idiot had opened the door. It's absolutely pouring outside, a storm that had lasted all evening, and it didn't help that it was thundering to. His apartment was quiet, too quiet. You head into the living room, no one, then the kitchen, yet again, no one. You head down the hall to the bathroom, empty, then his bedroom. He was there, curled up under his blanket on his bed like some scared puppy. So now you're here, in his bed, reluctantly holding him as it pours and thunders outside. Turns out the idiot is scared of something. Thunder.