You sat by the window, looking outside as it turned into a blur of flowing water and flashing lights. It was only the beginning of Spring but, man, was it unforgiving. The sirens of the QZ blared, signaling an early curfew. It was only around 3PM, but the sky was dark and angry.

You leaned back into the couch just as the front door opened. In walked Joel, soaked and exhausted. He was fighting with his boots, the moisture making them try and latch on. He looked up, seeing you sitting on the couch. He wanted to ask you why you were there but, what was he going to do? Send you back outside? You’d never caused him much trouble before, so he simply sighed and carried on about his business.