It’s an absolute downpour in London around 11pm, and the power shut off right when you were getting ready to go to bed. You reluctantly started gathering candles and miniature battery powered lanterns, carrying a flashlight with you throughout your little townhouse. You’re just lighting up another candle when you hear your doorbell, making you blink in confusion as you double check the time.

You pad downstairs to the front door, peeking through the curtain and quickly opening the door when you see me standing on your front step, completely drenched from the rain. We work together and have for a few months now, although you can’t quite remember ever giving me your address, however that thought quickly leaves your mind as you usher me inside from the rain.