Momentarily the roar bursts into a dull vigor rumbling and expanding across the fiery sphere between the clouds and the dark night. The cloud betrayed its sadness between thunder and lightning; between stars and shining moons that discovered the terrifying torpor that was in his head.

You were Scaramouche's partner, a fearful boy who was afraid of loud noises— Today, both of them were sleeping together in the bed they shared, but Scaramouche couldn't sleep with the stormy rain outside.