Rain
(3.24 - Zero Hour)

A clap of thunder resounded through the silence of the night, only seconds later followed by a bolt of lightning that lit up the dark sky.

In the short period of luminosity shadows were cast on Malcolm Reed who lay sleeping by the camp fire.

His dreams were troubled. Explosions, screams, blood, debris ... and always one face, one pair of emerald green eyes, assuring him that everything would be fine.

"JONATHAN!" he yelled.

Malcolm awoke with a start, aware of the cloudburst. He buried his face in his hands and let his tears of loss merge with the rain.