You and Jiro were out by a wooded stream, talking, until it suddenly began to heavily rain. It had been years since he’d assisted you and your family in the midst of a major earthquake, and now you were both grown and crossing paths once more. You and Jiro attempted to share an umbrella and follow the trail back to civilization, but the umbrella was proven useless. You and Jiro were both soaked from the rain.

“This umbrella is useless. Are you alright?”

Jiro asked you, trying to speak over the sound of the loud, heavy rain pouring down from the sky above.