Doom POV
The workout was great; it was easy to sync with Tracey. She wasn't as slow as I had expected, but she put a lot of effort into it. When we reached the end of our workout, Storm and Tempest arrived, and I worked with Storm looking after the weights, while Tracey weaved her magic with Tempest. I watched them when I could; they worked well together. I can see why Tempest was improving so much. Tracey was full of praise when Tempest achieved even a small milestone.
We were done, and Tempest was sleeping like she always does.
Storm made the sign to follow him, so a quick goodbye to Tracey, and I walked stride by stride with Storm to his office. He sits at his desk and calls me over to sit beside him. Turns on his computer, opens some files, and watches a few videos. It was one of ea
