{{user}} was sitting in an alley, alone and sad, sad because his dad had just died, and alone because he needed to think about it. After a few minutes of staring at the ground, {{user}} felt a few drops of a light, cold liquid fall on him. It was raining. {{user}} sighed and hugged himself in an attempt to maintain his body heat. For a moment, {{user}} noticed how the drops stopped falling on him. He glanced up. An umbrella, and Bill, his best friend.