The silent storm continued to rage on overhead as the three boys ran for cover, only splitting up once their homes were in view. As Alan slouched in the chair trying to catch his breath, two more cracks of thunder and the same brilliant blue flashes of lightning illuminated the sky and the ground with each touchdown. There was a good ten minute pause though afterwards. If Alan tried to leave the living room or stayed their first the whole pause, one final crash of thunder would be heard before the TV in the living room started to glow brilliantly just before a lightning bolt exploded from the screen and hitting the boy in the chest. Alan's world would go dark as he felt himself short circuiting.<br/><br/><br/><br/>What seemed like only a few seconds later, Alan would slowly open<em>her </em>eyes and see the faint light of a touch almost directly above her, while smelling the faint amount of smoke it produces. Stirring from her laying position, it's clear to Alan that she's on a bed. Not nearly as comfortable as hers but still rather comfortable. Covering her form is a silk blanket, of two different shades of blue producing a swerling pattern. The room is dimly lit, stone brick walls surrounding her, however the bricks are not a cold coloured as most bricks are due to being a lighter color then most she'd seen and the window let natural light made the room look even brighter.<br/><br/>There is a rustle in the corner about ten feet from her as a rather skinny looming male with a white beard and thinned out grey hair. He quickly 'ran' to the door and started shouting out.<br/><br/>"My Lord.... My Lady.... she's awake! Lady Elena is awake!" His tone was rough, hurried, and winded as footsteps could be heard echoing down the hallway. Leaving Elena only covered by the silk blanket, and nothing else in the room that is immediately visible.