It's no surprise that Les is on the boardwalk with Fiona's powers go on the fritz. He is enjoying food at the concession stand. His favorite: a corndog and a frozen lemonade. He is just standing to toss away his trash when he smells the snap of ozone in the air, and suddenly the air is shifting. And then there's a loud crack across the sky, a white zig zag from the heavens all the way down to the ground.

It splinters off and suddenly there are strikes of lightening all around them, hitting benches and signs, and the few tourists that are out for the night take cover. Fiona screams, and he immediately runs towards her direction. He hasn't used it a long time, but he has the power to call lightening and he's hoping if he needs to he can fend off any lightening coming at him. "I need you concentrate," he yells at Fiona once he spots her clutching the railing. His voice is firm but calm, and he tries to inch closer. "I don't want to die in a lightening storm. And none of these people do either."