She was a mystery woman out on the beach, the storm sweeping in and sweeping Lightning off his feet before he even had the chance to say 'hello.' The club thought he was crazy, that she was a figment of his imagination or some kind of near-death experience - but he knew. He knew he'd seen her, and he just knew their paths would cross again. It was kind of hard for them not to in a town as small as Ft. Royal. Honor had never seen anything like it, and thought sure the man on the beach had died. He'd been struck by lightning, after all. Still, she had to put it from her mind. She was overwhelmed already what with her missing mother, grandparents she'd never known had existed, and a sudden move across the country to take possession of their more than modest estate.

She'd been swept up into such a maelstrom of confusing events and emotions she could hardly focus on anything else but the next tiny step in front of her. It was a lot, so much, and then he stepped out of the ether and a lot of things suddenly made sense.

When the winds of fate blow you in a direction, you go...