The storm came out of literally nowhere, without a hint on the radar or any shift in the weather. But the windows of the building shake with the force of it and then the current sparks along surfaces, as if seeking a place to ground. A brilliant flash finally almost whites out the vicinity of a nearby alley, setting off car alarms and shorting out streetlights, even as something seems to move.

There's a figure among the garbage, and at first glance, he seems to be in pretty bad shape, clothing shredded and bloody, not even intact enough to be really decent anymore. Bart spends those first few moments trying to remember how to breathe, and it doesn't occur to him what happened, or where he is, or even that he might not even be alone. Shifting ever so slightly, it's obvious now that the few visible injuries are closing up with incredible speed, leaving unblemished skin, but that doesn't change the confused expression on the teenager's face as holds up a hand, considering it.