"A truth?" Huh. Well, not beyond the realm of possibility, at any rate. "The storm's connection to the activity as unique is..." Hm, how to put it... "tenuous at best, I think. It doesn't appear to only be the storm that pushes it away, after all. I don't think your singing could be compared to the thunder. It's more likely they're separate matters and interact by coincidence."

For as easy as his tone is, this is just going in circles. Fuck. John's fingers dig into the fabric of his sleeves.

"...But we learn nothing by talking." This would be easier with—

He isn't here. John's left hand tenses so hard in its grip that it almost spasms.

"We should at least find a way out of the dark."