Elliot woke up to a flash of lightning outside his window, followed I by a sharp crack of sound. Was there another storm? He stumbled out of bed to see Spirit, standing in front of the window, growling and snapping at the rain. However, when lightning flashed, he whined and backed into the corner. "A strong creature like you, afraid of a mere storm?" Elliot chuckled. Elliot loved storms, and he sat at the window, looking Out at the dark clouds swirling overhead. Ashley wasn't having as fun of a time. She lay with her head under her pillow, annoyed that a storm had awoken her. Every single time she heard thunder she screamed a bit, and started feeling nauseous. Ashley did NOT like storms. At all.