I looked out the window
"It's about your son, Mrs. Cloudsmith."
"Oh no, did he hit somepony with a lightning bolt again?"
"No, he..."
I edged closer. If something happened to him, I just had to know what it was.
"He was working with his weather team, as usual, when a large storm brewed. He foolishly took it as a chance to prove himself..."
Why was I not surprised... Bliz was always trying to prove himself, often dangerously. He'd been in the hospital twice just this year.
"He flew straight at the cloud... Next time he was seen..." The policemare paused and looked at the floor, "He was in the creek, his head split wide open..."
...That doesn't sound good...
"Your son's gone, Mrs. Cloudsmith... He was dead before we found him..."
Dead? My brother's dead?
My brother was dead?
