The fog was talking to him now, telling him things about the person standing there, about how he did hurt people, he killed them and their planets. His head spun and his ears kept moving as the voices kept talking and talking, all at once, coming at him from all directions and coming up with name after name and then they were all saying the same thing over and over...
"Storm," he spat out, speaking along with the voices for the first time, "Oncoming Storm, that's you, that's all they're saying now!" Jake stood up straight as he spoke, his tail flicking agitatedly from side to side as the voices got louder and louder.