It was pretty darn idyllic – the music, the peaceful atmosphere, a good book...it was only natural for it to be ruined sooner than later. Of course, Jericho barely noticed the growl of distant engines between chords until they were quite close to the city, and even then he was a bit too absorbed in his art to pay much mind.

But it grew too loud, too strange to his ears...Airplanes weren't much of a thing in Tibet. He stopped mid-strum and opened his eyes, squinting as he looked up at a gray and unyielding sky. Was he imagining it...? Or– no, it was getting louder, wasn't it?

Wasn't it? He looked over at Raven to see if she'd noticed anything.