Mitchell had just lit his cigarette and took the first pull. Currently he was glad to be dead. No heat, he could feel. Everyone around him was sweating and he just did not care. The pack of fags went back into his pocket and he looked up. A young boy was staring at his home - or rather into the sky above. He looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't quite place his face.
"I'd say that's a dog," Mitchell commented, stepping closer. He pointed at the big cloud hovering right over the tower. It had least held some resemblance to the pet.