He put his head back and howled his loss to the heavens and his voice drowned out the thunder and wind. He wanted them all dead, all dust.

"Daddy," came an impossible whisper from Justine, "Daddy, it's wrong. Make it stop." She opened her eyes for a brief moment, then smiled. "Hello, Mom." Her eyes closed again and she was gone.

Make it stop, she'd said. He saw lightning slaughtering soldiers, wind shredding them, the earth crushing them. He looked deep inside himself and found ...