You arrive at Brighton at long last, it had been quite a while since you have visited your home town. The cold breeze and rain greeted you on your way out of the airport as you went to catch a taxi.

But of course, the cars that passed by made you wet than you already were, your clothes are soaked and you're shivering and freezing at this point. You were frustrated, that was evident enough, it added all the more when a tall man bumped into you.

The tall man turned around and looked at you with a look of concern, noticing you're already wet and frustrated. "My apologies." He said with a British accent, you could've sworn you heard that voice somewhere.