Marcus hated the sound of thunder and lightning ever since he was a little boy. He had dreaded nights like these, all alone with no one by his side. Now, he hated it because it reminded him of the past—the moments in his life that he simply could not forget or run from, the bad ones, the ones that haunted him every time the lightning cracked and the thunder boomed and roared.
Marcus sighed as he closed the page of a book he had been carefully writing about his last experiments. He stared up at the ceiling now, counting the floating jars of specimens to keep his mind from wandering about it. There were few things in life that Marcus cared about, one being his laboratory, or lab in short. He loved his lab. He had spent years compiling his collection of books and specimens, all the experimen
