i don't have a title for this one. you can make something up if you wish.

It's always quietest before the storm they say. The match is always brightest right before it blows out, is another saying.

It's about to happen. Everyone see it coming. Yesterday was the day of days. Bringing five months of un-adressed issues to an end. A man of undeniable knowledge, smiles, great stories, stress and rage was brought to his knees. A reality check, brought to him by two of his closest comrads. The breath knocked out of his large chest. A friend of mine as well, yet still a person who at times made me want to put my fist through a cement wall. A friend nevertheless.

That was yesterday, and this is today. No communication lines have been used in the last forty plus hours. He is solemnly sulking and relentlessly repairing. Problems with equipment at work, not the situation. And so we wait. Biding our time. It's coming. Like a tornado, we don't know when, or how bad the damage will be, and to whom. An earthquake rumbling beneath the surface. The lights go out, and everyone runs in terror.

- Benjamin D. Bain