As storm brewed overhead, three boys made their way through one of the various junkyards of the Satellite. The youngest, Yuusei, was slightly ahead of his two friends.
"Martha is going to be mad if we're late," he yelled back at his friends as a bolt of lightning lit up the darkening sky.
"We already are late, Yuusei," Jack pointed out, noting that the sun had already set.
"All the more reason to-"
Yuusei was interrupted as a monstrous clap of thunder tore through the sky. Both the boys who had been arguing felt their collars being tugged at and then everything went black.
"What the hell, Crow!" Jack snapped trying to find the redhead's throat in the dark but to no avail.
"Where are we?" Yuusei asked rubbing the top of his head that was hit by something before the blackness.
"A fridge," Crow said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"What?!" The other two boys yelled in unison, their voices echoing off of the walls of the small space hurting their ears.
Crow smirked proudly despite his friends not being able to see it, "I heard you could even survive a nuclear blast in these things!"
It was a rare thing when he was smarter than the other two boys.
Another crash of the thunder and Yuusei finally spoke up.
"Not to rain on your parade, Crow, but we're in a metal box in the middle of a lightning storm."
The three boys scrambled out of the fridge and ran the rest of the way home before Yuusei's statement had time to completely register.
It was a rare thing indeed.