When Theo woke up it had stopped raining.
For a minute he thought he was back at the barracks. It was a quiet Sunday morning and he wasn’t working on shift, everyone else had cleared off and he was sleeping in. He got to wake up naturally, peacefully, without the clang of the bell alarm chiming in his ear.
He focused slightly as a faint, piercing shriek resonated through his ears. Theo squinted, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t in the barracks.
No, he knew where he was. He sat up, squinting out the window by his bed that spilled sunlight over the room. He heard the shriek again, looked out and saw the edge of a shadow glide across the sky.