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The storm calmed as the eye came over Boston. In the suddenly clear sky, a red comet blazed and scores of stars fell, streaking through the darkness. Dark clouds threatened on all sides, forming a roiling blackness around the city.
Wayne Manor was big and warm and full of light. Clothes had been laid out for people to grab, and there were blankets and food and alcohol. Lots of alcohol. Gods were teleporting people in so they didn't have to brave the storm, but even still, people seemed confused and shaken.
No one could say how or why, but it was easy to recognize members of their own clan. There was a light tug there, a pull. It was also easy to tell who came from which universe--the Light kids just felt...different than the Dark. Bright vs. Cool, Light vs. Dark.