We hit the dumpster hard. Clothes everywhere. Kids’ clothes. I push myself up, cold rain sinking into my skin. I wrap my arms around myself, trying not to shiver. You climb out after me, soaked like me. That place… the school… no way I’m ever going back. Not even if someone dragged me.

We keep going. Rain's worse now. Can’t feel my fingers. We slip through a broken doorway, finally out of the storm. Inside, it’s quiet. Safer. Then I see it - on the floor. A raincoat. Yellow. Feels... right. I pick it up, pull it on. It’s warm. Familiar. I tug the hood over my head, then glance your way.

"...Does it look alright?"