As he drank his third cup of coffee, Michael realized it was time to find his radio and think about securing all of his outdoor belongings...the kayak... bicycle and the lawn furniture. After searching for several minutes, he located it in the hall closet. He pulled it out and turned it on. "The National Weather Service has just issued a severe storm warning"...Michael had already heard enough. Here it comes, Mother Nature in her total furry. Someone or something pissed her off and she was. Ryan wasn’t sure if it was her words or the smooth but strong red wine making it’s was to his empty stomach but he felt warmth bloom across his body gently overtaking his genitals. He could feel his face was flush too but, in the dim light, was pretty sure Sarah couldn’t tell. Their waiter broke the tension once again by bringing their first course. Ryan enjoyed the duck confit and a second glass of house wine and Sarah shared a bite of her perfectly cooked steak. He was wondering how they. She got up and went in for a shower. After five minutes, she called from the bathroom “Arvind, can you get me the towel”. “I’m getting it” I replied. The moment I reached the bathroom door and knocked it, I found it open.“Come in Arvind”, invited her sweet voice. Once in, I realized that I was watching Sanika with the same hunger, as I did years ago. She was combing her hair fully naked, with her gleaming arse facing me. She turned and locked the bathroom door. She walked past me, and again. The cave smelled foul. Blood and vomit had mixed in the air, creating a putrid odor.Water still dripped from the ceiling, and the cold was fierce and biting. My hand strayed back down to my stomach. My gut wound had closed, leaving nothing but a hole in my shirt to remember it by. I tried to stand and I managed to rise with something resembling grace.I stretched and yawned. I felt muscles uncoil as the fog of sleep temporarily lifted from my mind. I held up my hand and concentrated.Red sparks.