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Thunderbolts and Lightning – The Awakening

When morning broke, Denver and Donovan were confident that they only had one more major thing to do, before going their separate ways.

But firstly, due the consequences of the night before, they were going to have to rattle some bones, for all but a few had suffered dreams of despair, visiting nightmares reflecting a personal hell.

Donovan was the first to speak.

"Dang me Denver, I ain't never had dreams so vivid as those before, it was, it was like they were real, thought I was a goner for sure, any idea what caused the mass hallucination?"

"My guess, is that the Firewater had been distilled with some traces of wood and as a result were polluted with methanol."

"Wow, I heard that stuff packed a punch, but I sure weren't ready for that."

"Think yourself lucky my friend, and be happy it was only a trace, or you might have woken up dead."

"Uh!"

"It's very toxic, with just a trace of methanol it's mostly hallucinogenic, that's why some of us awoke in a daze, and others who drank more awoke in a trance like state, still unable to untangle their dream from reality, but we gotta shake them out of it, there is work to be done, we need them up and running, ASAP."

"Got ya Denver, I'll go shake some trees, well necks anyway."

Denver wandered off in search of Missy and left Donovan to kick ass, he wasn't feeling to grand himself, but he knew that things needed to be done. Much to his surprise, he found Shadow playing Mum, comforting Missy and Petra who were huddled together sobbing their hearts out.

He was about to rush in, but Shadow placed her hand on his chest, gently restrained him.

"Dad, don't you can't help, remember we now have the ability to share everything and that's what they've chosen to do."

"Am I right in assuming you are sharing this with them?"

"Yes, Dad."

"But aren't you dealing with the fallout of some emotional nightmare of your own?"

"No, Dad."

"Why is that?"

"I don't drink alcohol, it affects my ability to remain incognito, so avoid it like the plague."

"Thank God for small miracles, at least one of is sane and hasn't lost their marbles.

Sweetheart I know it's a lot to ask in the circumstance, but the grave has to be covered before we leave, this will mean more explosions and I need to get everyone clear.

Can you do this for me and still take care of Mum and Petra?"

"It's not a problem Dad I'll get the boys to help.

Mum would not let Bart drink, because of his wound.

And guess I do not need to tell you that Brett found something, or should I say someone else who he found more interesting than getting drunk and spent the night with her, out there under the Moon."

Pointing toward the Bluff.

"Thanks sweetheart, no for sure you don't, and I'll leave it in your capable hands, I don't think you'll have any problems with the boys, just tell them I've put you in charge and that we'll be having words later, that should get their attention."

Denver felt some relief but knew this was gonna be one heck of a day and there was even more to come than he knew.