((Title shamelessly stolen from an Enya song. I decided I needed to develop Kruss as a character a bit. Like anything I do, I intend to write more of it, but hells, I really want to continue this one. I think it has potential.)) All that could be heard, and almost all that could be seen, was the falling, the constant falling, of the rain. Kruss grunted, and it was only with her keen ears that she could hear her own frustrated vocals.