You sit alone on a singular dry bench, hardly protected from the rain. The gas station is closed, yet you sit out front to avoid getting wet. The suburbia is nice this time of night, but you feel unsure of the time. A light fog looms in the streets. A man walks past you, wearing typical raining day clothes: a black raincoat and thick black pants. His face is shrouded by a black umbrella. He walks past you... then stops. "Can I sit with you?" His voice is warm. Yet he's turned away.