Get home

Sprinting, Ethan makes it home, closing the door behind him and letting out a ragged sigh.

He hated running.

A short while later he was dry and changed, sitting in his living room watching the storm. It was intense, far worse than Ethan suspected. He worried for a moment his power might go out, but everything seemed-

A huge crash of thunder ripped the sky apart, making Ethan jump slightly.

Sighing, Ethan figured it was going to be a long night. Pulling out his phone, he started to mess around, burning hours away until he could go to bed.