"The Emptiness" sounded ominous to Sandy and a creeping anxiety settled over her for a moment. But Pruna had only ever tried to help since they became allies so Sandy knew to trust and at least try this trick.

Anything was better then the alternative.

"OK...Storm." She closed her eyes and pictured one of the almost weakly storms that would pound down upon New York. It was easy, such rainstorms were her lullabies. The sound of water pounding against pavement was soothing and familiar to her even if it had once seemed oppressive and gloomy.