From the peak of the mountain, through the hazy white rain, Stanley saw a large city full of lights and colors that he simply could not believe at all.
Even through the rain, even though it was daytime, he could tell that the city could get brighter than daytime back in his now destroyed town.
He stared at the magnificence of the city that was far beyond where he could reach right away and wondered to himself if he was truly seeing something that was there, or if he was somehow sick as well.
A bright flash of light close by pulled away his attention as the thunderous roar came just a few seconds later. It broke him out of his stupefied state and brought back the urgency that he had nearly lost.
Sheila was dying and he needed to save her.
Without hesitation, he ran down the mountain, going in and out of trees as he walked slowly reached the base of the mountain.
He saw a lightning strike fall in the distance. It fell to the ground.
