Feeling like a soggy biscuit, it had been a while since you slumped onto the first bench you saw in the pouring park.

Another fight with your parents and their first thought was kicking you out. You always dreamt of leaving home and them behind, too, but not like this.

A taller man sat next to you, looking like he wanted to say something — and he was probably about to be the fifth person to ask if you didn't need any umbrellas.

The doctor (not that you knew his name, of course) sighed in mutual defeat. It seemed like his day wasn't the best, too. He'd just saw another planet full of life sink to death, all because he wasn't there in time.

“Bad day, isn't it?” The stranger broke the silence.