When Durin returned to the base, the sky was still pouring rain.
Spring rain comes without warning, and when it wants to go, it might not leave as expected.
He landed at the end of the runway, took off his military gear, while the protective shield kept the torrential rain off its master.
Durin took out a pack of cigarettes, placed one between his lips, but couldn't find his lighter in his pocket anymore.
Perhaps it fell out during the earlier battle with the Puppet Bone's aircraft. Thinking of this, Durin extended his index finger, igniting a flame at his fingertip to light the cigarette.
He walked under the eaves, smoking and contemplating how to face his girls later.
Apart from the two little fools Alice and Irene, none of the remaining girls were easy to deal with, especially the Spiritual Ability Group at home; they were like bloodhounds, sniffing out anything odd if Durin acted a bit different.
