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water,
droplets jumping wildly on the window sill as they rush through the
open window.
    I move forward quickly and pull
down on the glass, shutting it tight and quickly drowning out most of
the noise outside. Another rumble of thunder shakes the foundations
of the house as lighting comes down with it, illuminating the world
outside. I see a cat rush quickly under a car for shelter. It already
looks soaked to the skin.
    A ring sounds behind me and I
turn, my heart jumping suddenly. I see the phone on my bed lighting
up and singing its tune. I edge forward and peer at the number, a
frown creasing my forehead.
    “ Brad?” I whisper in
confusion.
    I lift the phone to my ear as it
rings a third time and press the button to connect the call.
    When I speak my words are
cautious and wary. Brad isn't someone I hear from often.
    “ Brad....hey, how are you?”
I say, my voice tentative.
    “ Hey Kitty...how you doing?”
He sounds awkward, his words forced.
    “ I'm...OK, I guess. This is a
bit out of the blue Brad...is something wrong. Are you all right?”
    “ Yeah, just calling to see how
you are. We haven't seen each other in a while...”
    “ Um,
I know, it's been a long time....is anything up?” It's weird
hearing his voice again. I can't remember ever talking to him on the
phone. I'm racking my brain to think of the last time we were
together. Probably as a family before my dad went down....
    “ Seriously Kit, a guy can't
call his fav cousin once in a while. What's up with that?”
    “ Fav cousin? I'm your only
cousin Brad. Did you have something specific you wanted to talk about
or something...”
    “ Ah hey Kit, errr there's
someone at the door. I'd better grab it, OK. I'll call you back...”
    “ But....” I try to respond
but can already hear the phone going dead.
    “ What the fuck?” I say to
myself, my mind racing.
    I drop the phone back to the bed
and stare at it for a few moments. I'm waiting for his call back, for
some sort of explanation. I mean, that was the most cryptic thing
ever. Totally random.
    Seconds pass and turn to minutes
as the rain continues to slash against the windows. Cracks of thunder
boom through the house on occasion, but I can hardly hear them now. I
wait, anxiously, to see my phone light up again.
    But it doesn't.
    Those minutes turn to half an
hour, that half an hour to an hour. Questions run through my head as
I settle on my bed. I question why he called in the first place, I
grow anxious at the stiffness of his voice, the forced nature of his
words. The entire situation is fucked up, but then Brad's always been
like that, always been a completely random guy.
    Weed. He smokes it all the time,
or at least he did the last I knew of it. It's probably screwed with
his head, made him paranoid or something. I don't know, never gone
there myself, but I've known guys who have done some weird things
when high.
    As I lie and wait I begin to
feel the heavy scent of sleep bearing down on me. I haven't slept in
two nights now. I'm scared to do so, scared to shut my eyes for what
I'll see. The thunder and lightning is still rumbling, the storm
still emptying its payload over the city. The sound of rain tip
tapping on the roof is strangely comforting, soothing my tormented
mind.
    I struggle to keep my eyes open.
My eyelids are heavy now, drawn together like magnets. Tara. My
thoughts return to Tara. The image of her on my sofa; her life, so
full of promise, cut short. I see flashes of gunshots tearing into
her as she studies, then the sight of the kneeling man hitting the
tarmac, blood pooling beneath his body.
    I toss and turn as I tumble into
a troubled sleep. The storm keeps roaring but I don't hear it now.
Everything turns silent, my mind bending inward as I lose
consciousness. I'm lying, clothed, on my bed, the room lit dimly by a
lamp on the bedside table. It's the first I've slept in two long
nights.
    I see flashes in the blackness,
accompanied by the sound of booming thunder. I wake,