There’s a stillness in the air. A stillness that’s contagious, and sinister, like some kind of purgatory.

A damp scent rises from the earth as the crackle of energy fills the darkness. An electric purple flashes and a rumble rolls close by.

Small droplets of rain land on Barry’s shoulders, the droplets getting larger and falling harder. A strong gust of wind blows his curls back from his face as he strains to keep his eyes open.

This is one storm he doesn’t want to miss.