Thomas listened to the echoing, cold sound of the good Doctor talking to someone in the hall punctuated by cracks of lightning that would have chilled him to the bones had the chill of reality been firmly in his grasp. However the glow and heat of beleived power and protection of God filled him. He could move his legs and struggle out of the bonds. However being fearless did not mean being stupid. He knew that the Doctor would return if he heard Thomas struggling free. Thus Thomas watched in complete calm as the straps continued to slip toward his freedom quietly. How would he show the Doctor the true power of the Lord? That thought nearly consumed his calm, calculating mind in circles of ideas slipping to and fro allowing only rare few to come close enough for a fleeting grasp. Lightning struck again, had he counted between strikes as he had in childhood he would have realized the strikes were alarmingly close now... Too close...