Interdimensional Turnabout
Boom. Boom. Crack. A tell-tale sign of a storm forming, or perhaps already here. The sky would darken hastily over the city, the wind blowing harshly and without mercy, almost as if it were bringing a force to be reckoned with. The weather reports said nothing of it, so perhaps either they were wrong, or something was about to storm its way into the life of one blue-clad lawyer.











