The weather was a strange entity in the realm of Superjail. It changed often, mercurially. It had taken Jared several years under the Warden's dubious employ to realize that it actually changed with the man's moods.

Jared's realization had come when DL Diamond had come to Superjail. The morning of his arrival, the Warden had been as effervescent as soda water, the pure glee in his eyes lighting up his yellow lenses and making them glow. Rainbows had been around every corner. The man was enraptured by DL Diamond.

Jared had looked out on the yard that morning, fresh on his shift, and nearly dropped his mug of coffee; the sun's rays were so bright that they seemed on the verge of combustion. As the day grew into evening the light barely dimmed; by the time Diamond's show had begun it was nearly nine in the evening, but even by that time the horizon had only managed to swallow half of the sun.

And that night, long after the Warden had berated Jared for preventing their meeting with the Galactoids and had stormed off to be alone, Jared awoke to a loud rumbling and went to his window high up in one of the parapets. His heart froze in his chest, afraid of what hell the inmates may be unleashing outside.

All was dark, and soaked with, oddly enough, a sudden rainstorm. It seemed strange; when the sun finally did end up setting, its' rays had not once been flawed by rain clouds.

After a moment's gazing out the window, a bright blue flash lit up the tumultuous sky; moments later the thunder came, rumbling, and then Jared realized the source of the sound that had awakened him was not a riot, but thunder. More importantly, he realized that this rainstorm may not have been a freak occurrence. No, not at all. His employer had been quite upset the last time Jared had seen him.

He needed to see the Warden so he would know for sure.

Slipping on his shoes over bare feet, he crept quietly into the Warden's quarters, careful not to disturb Jailbot, who rested on a charger not far from the Warden's door. Jared avoided the sleeping robot and approached the heavy, oak-panelled door, turning the knob as quietly as possible, and silently peeked his head in.

The Warden lay facedown on his bed. He was weeping quietly. Moments after he'd muffle a sob or moan in a pillow, thunder rattled the windows. Jared stayed there, unseen and gaping, until the Warden's distress gradually lessened and he seemed to nearly be asleep. Jared waited until he didn't hear any more thunder. He closed the door silently and went up to his room again, heading for the window.

The downpour outside had lessened to a fine mist. He still heard no thunder. The clouds were beginning to break up, revealing stars, and he would've bet money that the Warden had fallen asleep. Because somehow, somehow, the forecast for Superjail had a direct link with its Warden's emotional well being. It was the only explanation for the weather patterns in Superjail..

Jared began to wonder: just how closely were Superjail and the Warden linked?