Shadows danced on the walls and floors for a brief moment as lightning tore through the blackened sky, the darkness retunring. Wind rattled through the trees, the branches scraping against the rough brick of the apartment wall.
Sandoval sat in an old armchair, listening to the storm. It was one of those rare moments where he had time to be a lone and off the mothership. It was an oppertunity to think.
Suddenly a cold air settled in on him, causing a shiver to run down his spine. An uneasieness set in; iy felt like someone was watching him.
As he gazed out the window, the next flash of lightnening brought something totally unexpected. A young, red haired, woman. Sandoval jumped, and even after the lightning had gone, she still remained.
She stared at him with meaningful hazel eyes, her red hair slightly tangled and plastered to her pale forehead with rain. On her left forarm was a strange, swirling tatoo. Slowly, she raised her hand, pointing at Sandoval while speaking, except no sound came out. And with the next flash of lightning she was gone.
Sandoval stared in shock at what he'd seen. 'That looked like-' He stopped in mid thought. 'But that's not possible...is it?'
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