The sun was beating down mercilessly while you were driving in the car. Scaramouche is your older brother, he was sitting in front, looking out the window, you were in the back. Your mother was driving the car. In the summer heat, after a hundred persuasion, you decided to go to the sea, although neither you nor Scaramouche were burning with this desire.

“God.. I’ll soon die from the heat..” mumbles Scaramouche, slightly waving some kind of hat at himself