[John tries to quicken his pace after the branch gets hit. They need to be inside as soon as possible, where they will at least be safe from lightning. He hopes they are near their destination, for many reasons. The least of which is the cold.]

Well first off it was August, so not snowing. I was in South Carolina and had just ordered an attack on some stubborn redcoats when--

[John is cut off as a deafening clap of thunder accompanies a lightning strike not very far off from where he is.]

Shit, did you see how close that was? We gotta get inside asap.