Eight year old Mikaylah Martinez-Isawaki ran around in the yard, despite her mother's warning. The sky was filled with dark grey clouds, which looked as they were about to burst. 'Mika! I think you should come inside now.' Mikaylah's mother, Akiko, called out. 'Just a little longer please!' Mikaylah replied. 'Five minutes!' Akiko shouted. 'After five more minutes of prancing around the garden, it began to rain. Thunder boomed. 'Mikaylah! Inside now please!' Akiko said. 'Coming!' Mikaylah ran to the door her mother was standing behind. But as she ran, lighting struck down on her, forcing her to the ground. 'MIKAYLAH!' Akiko cried. 'Kaachan...' Mikaylah mumbled. 'Mika, I'm going to call 119. Don't move.' Akiko took out her iPhone from her pocket and dialed 119 with shaky fimgers. 'Kyūkyūsha. Watashi no musume wa, kaminari ni uta reta. Yūbinkyoku no mukai ni wa, koreha watashitachi no iedearu. Sore wa kiken'na jōtai ni natte ori, kanojo o isoide kudasai. Dōmo arigatō!' After she finished on the phone, Akiko rushed over to Mikaylah. 'It's going to be okay. The ambulance are on their way...