Thunder watched the rain for continuing moments. He could see lightning crackling in the distance, and feel the dim rolls that accompanied it. Storms gave him a headache.
He made his way back to his chair and put the novel back on the shelf. Willing to wager money he wouldn't get a chance to read it for weeks. There was something he needed to do before he left for the meeting, but he couldn't remember what it was.
When he had been severing ties there had been one thing. One link, one tether that bound him to the old world, that he had been unable to get rid of. It had seemed too much to ask himself to simply put it aside after all that time. The others didn't know about it, at least Thunder didn't think they did. Carl had once seen it and asked what it was, but that had been seconds before everything had gone pear shaped last time, and Thunder doubted he would remember.
Rubbish with living things, Carl was. Everything dead and done, forgotten and discarded, he was right on top of, living in, or finding just when it might be most useful, so Thunder had made a point of never forgetting his ace in the hole, never discarding it, or misplacing it.
It was under the stairs.
Thunder pulled the box that held it's fragile frame from the shelf at the back of the cupboard. The string holding it together was old, another remnant. Thunder snapped it and tossed it back into the darkness, drawing a long breath before opening the box.
He brushed dust from the top, and opened the lid on a box full of memories.
Candy had always been trouble, the most likely of them all to find herself in difficulties with the others, or with humans, and it was with her that Thunder had most contact in the three years. She had not taken well to human life, and still found herself in the odd situation where his knowledge was the only thing between her and a jail cell, or deportation; although heaven only knew where they would deport her too.
The necklace was cold against his skin, and the acorn hung heavy against his chest. He needed to go, otherwise he would be late. Later than they expected anyway. Dallas always turned up early to meetings he set up, when you were waiting on him, then he could be amazingly vague as to his ETA, but Thunder knew this was important. He felt it should feel more important, and he knew that somewhere there was part of him which should be raging and weeping at the idea that Candy was in danger, but he couldn't find it in him.
He left the house feeling colder than the weather, and didn't bother locking the door.