Cutting through the quietness of the night, the rain clapped against the hard pavement, making puddles of dirt as it soaked nonstop.

the distant rumble of a thunder woke Donald up - better said - it snapped him out of a trance, the constant raindrops hitting his face made apparent how cold it was, his most fresh memory is tucking himself into bed, turning off the lamp of his nightstand, not the outside.

His vision got blurry by the water. The feeling of his irritated eyes at being wide open the whole time didn't hit him smoothly either. His pajamas were soaked, and what at first was a weird dream about something that had to do with water was now a reality.

Good thing he still was in his neighborhood, yet standing right in front of a house he didn't remember much, he's freezing.