It wasn’t a good week to travel. Two days after Andrew and Aria set off, a storm seemed to follow their every step. Even after four days, it hadn’t dispersed. Thunder rolled overhead, and there was the occasional lightning bolt but no rain. For a persistent storm, it hadn’t rained once. Andrew found it odd and while Aria agreed, she had grown increasingly distracted since they left. The pains in her chest had steadily increased in frequency, shortly followed by aches and pains in her joints, shortness of breath, migraines and a lack of an appetite. Aria had tried her best to keep it to herself, but Andrew figured it out. But by then, they had already travelled too far from Thunderstorm; they had to continue to where they were going.
James glanced back at Aria, worried how her breathing st
