The storm rages on. Amy Titus sits back against the bars of his cell and just... watches. He disabled the sound dampeners in his cell the first week he arrived. It probably bothered his immediate neighbors... but Amy can't really seem to bring himself care all the much.

He twitches his fingers, trying to get some feeling back in them from their handcuffed position behind his back. But otherwise, he just sits. And listens to the storm.