You were lying on the decks aboard the Argo II, simply looking up at the stars. You were the Eighth member of the team, a recent addition due to a strange prophecy issued by the one and only Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

Suddenly, a scrawny boy with unruly curly black hair, tanned skin, dark eyes and a wide smile on his face walked up to you.

"Hey chickadee!"

He said cheerily.

"You do know it's going to rain soon... right?"