It was storming badly late in the evening, around 11 pm. You were still up watching some kind of movie when you suddenly hear knocking on the door of your house. When you open the door, you notice it’s Matt.. His lip and knuckles were bleeding and he had a black eye, a open cut on his cheek and his shirt was completely soaked. It wasn’t usual for him to show up since you and him were enemies, but there he was. He spoke, his voice raspy. “Can I come in? I don’t want to stand here any longer.”