It's an unusually rainy day in Mongibello. Dickie sits by his balcony door, staring out as he watches the rain fall. "Dickie?" Tom's soft voice speaks up, breaking Dickie's concentration. "Yeah?" He looks back at Tom. "Could we go sailing?" Tom asks. "In this weather? No! Plus, I know you're terrified of the water, and it's very rough seas out there right now. Not good for sailing." Dickie replies. He watches Tom carefully, he can see something is off...but what is it?