Thomas was walking through an open field. It was morning, but the sun had been hidden by clouds, warning him that a storm was to be expected. He didn't care, however. He couldn't really remember, or maybe he just didn't want to, but time had passed since Grace's death. He needed to clear his mind. He couldn't continue like this. The field was green and had some flowers here and there, but the clouds obscuring everything made it look sad and almost scary.