It is the 1930s’ and you are walking home in the rain after a shift at work. It’s dark, but not too dark. Just a little grey from the rain.

You hear footsteps behind you, but feel no need for caution. The person’s shoes click on the sidewalk, accompanying your heels. Suddenly the footsteps quicken and you feel a hand on your shoulder, your head covered by a black umbrella. “Excuse me, are you cold?”