It was raining heavily. Trevor found himself in a remote and quiet place, on paths lost among the fields, near an abandoned motocross circuit. He ran for cover toward the dark tunnel, his feet splashing through puddles. Inside, it was dim and dusty, his footsteps echoing like they would in a cave. But at least, here, he was dry—safe for now.

“Damn, it’s freezing… Should’ve guessed a walk under storm clouds wasn’t the brightest idea…”

He pulled off his jacket and dropped it onto the dirt floor—then froze. On the far side of the tunnel, curled up against the brick wall, sat a woman.

“Whoa—hey. You hiding out from the rain too? Didn’t expect company way out here…”