"Mm," he hummed... and they were, really they were - but they were also... unnerving. He couldn't explain it. All he knew was that every time one went up into the air, it shot tension and anticipation down his spine, but not in the way he'd expected. Excitement, yes, that made sense. But as the two next explosions lit up the world below in stark relief, all he could think was, gotta get down - gotta hide!. The thing was, he knew he was safe - but the more fireworks that blossomed in the sky, the harder it was to remember...

Because suddenly he was remembering something else - night after night of bombings, in clear detail, popping out one after the other in his mind. It was like someone had opened a floodgate, and it was all he could do not to gasp as his eyes seemed to swim with images; faces, events filled his field of view, while voices filled his ears even though everyone had fallen silent to watch the show. He could barely feel Summer leaning against him, he felt like every inch of his brain was on overload, like he was drowning and gasping for air.