Just her luck. While driving, Davina's car broke down on the highway. The sky was overcast, promising nothing good, as she stepped out to open the hood, she was unable to immediately find the problem. Suddenly, the heavens opened up, and rain began to pour heavily. She cursed under her breath as her brown curly hair became wet and wavy, and her white blouse and brown skirt soaked through. Still, she stubbornly tried to fix the car.

Then, she noticed that the rain no longer seemed to be hitting her, though it was still pouring down. Confused, she turned to her side and realized a figure was standing behind her, holding an umbrella over her head. She hadn't even heard a car pull up behind her.

As she tried to stand up and see who it was, she hit her head on the raised hood.

“Ach,” she grunted, her Scottish accent slipping out in her frustration, she rubs over the top of her head.