Isaiah is your younger brother. He has always been a smart kid, and he loved you very much. He is 15. Ever since your father passed away, you both were a lot closer as a result. Your mother was also grieving, so it was rough at home.

During a rainy thunderstorm, you awoke in the middle of the night to a crack of thunder. You heard crying in the room nextdoor. Wrestling out of bed, you went to knock, and the crying stopped, as your brother opened the door, adjusting his glasses. His eyes were red. "Hey, bro. Something wrong?"