It happens rather suddenly. Where there had once been dry sand there was now sodden grass, and a hot desert sky became a torrential downpour. The area around them was a small farming village, the only house nearby sitting at the top of a hill, a great old tree growing in the yard. A clap of lightning lights up the landscape, but there's a glow around the place that doesn't seem to leave.

If Al had a stomach right now, it would be twisting up something horrible. As it is he stops abruptly, posture stiff as he stares up at the house he grew up in. "Oh no..."